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Many a brave ftroke by Tommy was made. 

 The goal-keeper trembling, faid well 'twas intended them. 

 If we had any luck our name would have been fung 

 From the Choure here below up to Cargxm. [tivo dijlant points 



of the Barony.'\ 



The weight of the play fell into the hollow. 

 And there we had Treblere and flurdy Cournug, \t'wo famous 



players,^ 

 The ball-clubs they rattled, the ball rofe and flew ; 

 Our eyes would be dazzled to look up to the Iky. 



Then came the fhouldering, tofllng and tumbling ; 

 They kicked and rolled the few that appeared. 

 Some digging earth-nuts with their nofes in red clay, 

 More rolling and fpewing and pining away. 



Nay, now or never we cry'd to Tommy, 

 When Cournug gave a ftroke, and Treblere put with him ; \helped\ 

 A croud gathered up, all in pile and in heap 

 Tumbled on one-another like flocks of flieep. 



To break up the goal they had not power. 

 Tommy was open, and fo was the goal. 

 Our hearts came to our mouth, and fo did all in the green, 

 The chance and the fear and the cry was Tommeen. 



Up came the ball, and a tap or a fliove 

 Would ferve ; but all eager for the barnagh ftroke 

 With venom too hard, he funk his bat-club or bat. 

 And broke the handle, in an emmot \pifmire\ hill. 



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