Brigands Grace

At this year's Club Dinner, Clive Barnett, President, said the following grace.

With profuse apologies to Sir Henry Newbolt:

There's a breathless hush on the Down tonight —Ten to make and the match to win —A turning pitch and a blinding light,Three overs to play and Mike Beardall in.And it's not for the sake of a stripey jacket,Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,But Hendo’s hand on his shoulder smote"Play up, Bearders! And play the game!"

This is the word that year by yearWhile in her place the Brigands are setEvery one of her sons must hear,And none that hears it dare forget.This DT, Gerry and Jim with joyful mindBear through life like a torch in flame,And falling fling to Richie behind —"Play up, Brigand! And play the game!"

Dear Lord,

For fine wine, good food and grand company, we give you thanks.

Amen