Old Barbarians


And did KP

Inside the line

Hook across England’s outfields green?

And was the holy cut of Trott

In England’s pleasant pastures seen?

And did Bell’s cover drive divine

Shine forth with Bairstow’s clouted pulls?

And was James Anderson bowling here

Beside the dark, satanic Finn?

Bring me Joe Root

Of burning gold

Swinging with pads on; or Matt Prior

Bring me my Swann

Oh wrists unfurled

Bring me my captain Cook on fire

I shan’t but dream of Bressie lad

Nor shall my Broad cease here to stand

Til we have bowled James Anderson

Cross England’s green and pleasant land