Fred Trueman,
England’s greatest fast bowler,
Is gone,
But not forgotten.
To his fans, Fiery Fred,
From his beloved Yorkshire,
Lahore, Bombay, Brisbane, Barbados
To Timbuktu.
Born in Stainton, Yorkshire,
Nay!
Craved from North Yorkshire Moors,
Could bowl all day.
The first bowler ever,
To take 300 Test Wickets,
From only 67 matches,
Feat unlikely to be equalled!
Big character,
When cricket was big,
Lived his life to full,
In his playing days and after.
Will be missed by all cricket lovers,
Black and White,
Now he has gone,
But not forgotten.
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