When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease

When the day is done, and the ball has spun

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In the umpire's pocket away,

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And all remains, in the groundsman's pains,

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For the rest of time and a day.

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There'll be one mad dog and his master, pushing for 4

with the spin.

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On a dusty pitch, with two pounds six, of willowwood in

the sun.

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When an old cricketer leaves the crease, you never know

whether he's gone,

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If maybe you're catching a fleeting glimpse, of a

twelfth man at silly mid-on.

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And it could be Geoff, and it could be John,

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With a new ball sting in his tail.

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And it could be me, and it could be thee,

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And it could be the sting in the ale.........sting in

the ale.

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Solo on verse

Verse 2 (chords as above - sorry don't have the words

to hand)

Chorus (as above)