I am bowling to Victor Trumper
And the sun is shining
And my shirt is white
This is the best day of my life

I am bowling to Victor Trumper
And he shrugs his shoulders
And I'm gone for six
(Yabba:)”Oh for a strong arm and a walking stick!”

I am bowling to Victor Trumper
And he dances down the wicket
And he is stumped and I am stunned
I feel like a boy who has killed a dove.