SEA SPRAY &' SMOKE DRIFT 



Fytte IV 

 IN UTRUMQUE PARATUS 



A LOGICAL DISCUSSION 



" Then hey for boot and hor?e, lad ! 

 And round the world away ! 

 Young blood will have its course, lad I 

 And every dog his day ! " — C. Kingsley. 



There's a formula which the west country- 

 clowns 



Once used, ere their blows fell thick, 

 At the fairs on the Devon and Cornwall 

 downs 



In their bouts with the single-stick. 

 You may read a moral, not far amiss, 



If you care to moralise, 

 In the crossing guard, where the ash-plants 

 kiss, 



To the words '' God spare our eyes." 

 No game was ever yet worth a rap 



For a rational man to play, 

 Into which no accident, no mishap. 



Could possibly find its way. 



If you hold the willow, a shooter from Wills 



May transform you into a hopper, 



And the football meadow is rife with spills. 



If you feel disposed for a cropper ; 



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