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cantabile: the london quartet - school songs medley (five school songs) lyrics

i: “’tis merry england still” (uppington)

the wickets are set
the field is met
oh, the royal game and free!
the royal game and free

the school
shall win
short out
long in
’tis a goodly company
’tis a goodly company
merry england
merry england

let foes say what they will
let foes say what they will

whist cricket we play
each summer day
’tis merry england still
whilst cricket we play
each summer day
’tis merry england still
’tis merry england still

ii: “willow the king” (harrow)

willow the king is a monarch grand
three in a row his courtiers stand:
every day when the sun shines bright
the doors of his palace are painted white

and all thе company bow their backs
to the king, with his collar of cobbler’s wax

so ho! so ho! may thе courtiers sing:
honour and life to willow the king
so ho! so ho! may the courtiers sing:
honour and life to willow the king

iii: “on surrey hills” (banstead)

‘neath summer suns we learn to watch
the wily spinning slow
to cut, to drive, to hold a catch
to trundle out the foe

the neat pick up, the straight return
for slackers nought by shame
so long as bandstead hopes to earn
a lease of cricket’s fame
l+stily sing the song
sing it once more
what ho for a halfer!
cart it for four

iv: “hail to the name of the brave old game” (sedburgh)

if you’ve england in your veins
and can take a little pains
in the sunny summer weather, when to be indoors is sin
if you’ve got a bit of muscle
and enjoy a manly tussle
then go and put your flannels on
and let the fun begin

and hail to the name of the brave old game
wherever men are english and the flag’s unfurled
you will there find cricket
and the willow and the wicket
and there’s not a game to l!ck it
in the whole wide world!

let the lazy talk of luck
it was persevering pluck
that saved the day at waterloo and made the winning run
and the men with most of that’ll
be the men to fight the battle
for a match is never lost, my boy
until a match is won
you must leave your honoured self
in the shed, upon the shelf
nor think about your average, but do your level best
keep your temper and be jolly
and away with melancholy
and shut your mouth, and play the game, and never mind the rest

v: “cricket is king” (eton)

the highlands of harrow
the lowlands of eton
the meads of old winchester level and g+y
have witnessesd whole days that can never beaten
when two smart elevens have met in the fray

you may talk of your tennis
your rackets and fives
the sk!ll they demand
and the pleasure they bring
but you’re bound to admit in the course of your lives
they all have their merits, but cricket is king

- cantabile the london quartet lyrics

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