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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad of Bopard Defied</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I came to a playing-field on happy summer day<br>Two strudy youths I did espy; at cricket they did play.<br>One had the ball, one had the bat, and, with a right good smack,<br>As one tossed up the crimson sphere, the other smote it back.<br>Now, as I reached the bowler's end, I saw the young man quail;<br>His hand they shook, his knees went crook, his face was ashen pale;<br>Then, with a gulty kind of look, he cast the ball away,<br>And in a weak and trembling voice these words to me did say:<br>(In a tearful, pleading voice, with plenty of temolo and shivering grass.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Don't tell them that you saw me,<br>Or that I misbehaved.<br>Their methods over-aw me;<br>But I would not be enslaved.<br>I love my freeders, msiter, as much as any man;<br>But, oh, I love my bit of cricket, too.<br>And I dearly love to bowl,<br>But the great Board of Control,<br>They would chain me to their chariot if they knoo.'<br>(Adopt severe judicial manner, frowning darkly.)<br> <br>'Young man,' I said, 'it grieves me this state of things to find,<br>For it is all too clear to me you have the crim'nal mind.<br>Thus to play without a licence and the noble Board defy<br>Is very reprehensible. 'Tut, tut!' I said, 'Fie, fie!'<br>With salt tears streaming from his eyes, he bowed his head in shame.<br>'Come, come,' I said, 'there's hope for you. Buck up and play the game.'<br>Then I eyed the other stripling; but, much to my dismay,<br>In tones most ungrammatical these words I heard him say: -<br>(In ringing, defiant accents, full of roughneck pride.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go tell them that you seen me;<br> Go bowl it in their ear.<br> But no Board won't come between me<br> An' the game I 'old so dear,<br>I don't want to go to Indier or England with no team,<br>Fair Ostral-i-ar is good enough fur me!<br>I will never sell me soul<br>To no crool Board of Control;<br>For me favorite game is ping-pong, an' I'm free!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Two strudy youths I did espy; at cricket they did play.
One had the ball, one had the bat, and, with a right good smack,
As one tossed up the crimson sphere, the other smote it back.
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