Lully, lullay, thou little tiny child
By by, lully lullay
O sisters too, how may we do
for to preserve this day
this poor youngling for whom we do sing
by by, lully lullay
Herod the king in his raging
charged he hath this day
His men of might in his own sight
all young children to slay
That woe is me, poor child for [...]
Another great day for the Engerland, The Sundays will be full of it, so I won’t bother with the cricket itself, except to say why today’s poem isn’t about Trott’s ton. It may be the TMS Champagne Moment (my pop still would be Katich run-out of said Trott) but the real innings which changed the character of [...]
The Ballad of Sir Andrew Strauss
ALBION sits in doleful frown,
Drinking most of the time:
‘O whair O whair will I get a steely skipper
To sail this ship o’ mine.’
Up and spoke a bearded miller
Sat at the ECB,
’Sir Andrew Strauss is the best skipper
To sail against history.’
Albion quills broadest honour
To sign it for Angleland,
And duly messages Sir Andrew,
Doff’d caps, [...]
