Robert Fuller Murray
Imitated From Wordsworth - Poem by Robert Fuller Murray
He brought a team from Inversnaid
To play our Third Fifteen,
A man whom none of us had played
And very few had seen.
He weighed not less than eighteen stone,
And to a practised eye
He seemed as little fit to run
As he was fit to fly.
He looked so clumsy and so slow,
And made so little fuss;
But he got in behind -- and oh,
The difference to us!
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