  In the schoolroom the boys All heard a great noise. Charles Moore had just finish'd his writing, So ran out to play, And saw a sad fray:— Tom Bell and John Wilson were fighting. He cried, "Let's be gone, Oh, come away, John, We want you to stand at the wicket; And you, Master Bell, We want you as well, For we're all of us going to cricket. "Our playmates, no doubt, Will shortly be out, For you know that at twelve study ceases; And you'll find better fun In play, ten to one, Than in knocking each other to pieces." |
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