It was one sunny afternoon
when men of blue made us swoon,
It's all but done, they said to me
only one more, and they need four
ah, but the moment was not to be,
the bearded warrior gave it full
the little pirate made a pull
I pleaded, I prayed, please dont fly
but far it went and made me cry
Must I renounce, it just didnt bounce,
No, sir no, for our day will come....
A decade after, on a Sunday bright,
the men of blue were draped in white,
we had no chance, the better half gone
but the little master began his song,
his hip was belted
but, oh, leather he pelted,
just a dozen to score, and five men more
our moment of glee,
ah, it was not to be
the wily fox had made it spin,
I pleaded, I prayed, please stay in,
but each man went down like a bowling pin.
Must I renounce, they just trounced
No, sir, no, for our time will come...
Another day, another hour,
a field beside a pretty harbour,
the little master, the gentle crafter,
had sent the greencaps chasing after
just one day more, and we'll be free
ah, but the moment was not to be
a wall at its best, a fighter in zest,
were sent to the gallows without inquest
the chips were down
yet he wouldnt frown,
so I pleaded, I prayed, please dont go
but the dirty dozen dealt their blow
All this pain, where is the gain
My pleas and prayers were all in vain.
So it's time to announce, that I have renounced
visiting cricinfo ever again!
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