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With due reverence


We British had quite a long spell
At being the world's top nation.
We were no better or worse than
Other holders of that station;
But where we win all hands down,
Take the prize Gold Medal ticket
Is for giving the whole wide world
The sheer joy of Test Match Cricket.
There's a pantheon of great names
Murmured with reverence and awe
Who gave their very all to be there
Ensconced supreme in cricket lore.
Craftsmen all who understood
In the practice of this great art
It's not the  victory that counts
It's  the act of having taken part.
We British retain that skill
Of losing with good grace;
We stand on our glorious past
With no fear of losing face.
We smile in understanding
At the antics of our foes
Who rejoice in their victories
And relish our troubles and woes.
Yes we British had quite a long spell
At being the world's top nation.
Having gifted cricket to the world
We surely rate a standing ovation
The Umpires of the universe
All murmur so very well played
For the invention of Cricket
The finest game that ever was made.










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