XII. O, I say, you Joe

O, I say, you Joe,

Throw us the ball!

I’ve a good mind to go

And leave you all.

I never saw such a bowler

To bowl the ball in a tansy,

And to clean it with my hankercher

Without saying a word.

That Bill’s a foolish fellow;

He has given me a black eye.

He does not know how to handle a bat

Any more than a dog or a cat:

He has knock’d down the wicket,

And broke the stumps,

And runs without shoes to save his pumps.