Trent Bridge to Lord’s, and at The Riverside
The summer’s yours, and all the records falling
‘Tis you, ’tis you must bat and I must bide.
But come ye back when winter’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis you’ll be in Aus in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Belly Boy, oh Belly Boy, I love you so.
But when he come, and all the runs are flowing
If I am cold, as cold I well may be
You’ll come and find the TV where I am watching
And sweep and say an “‘Ave it” just for me.
And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread Down Under
And all my flat will warm and sweeter be
For you will bat and show me that you love us
And I shall sleep until you score a ton for me.