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The Reverend Mullineux

The Reverend Mullineux

I’d reckon his weight as eight-stun-eight,
And his height as five-foot-two,
With a face as plain as an eight-day clock
And a walk as brisk as a bantam-cock
Game as a bantam, too,
Hard and wiry and full of steam,
That’s the boss of the English Team,
Reverend Mullineux!

Makes no row when the game gets rough
None of your “Strike me blue!”
“Yous wants smacking across the snout!”
Plays like a gentleman out-and-out
Same as he ought to do.
“Kindly remove from off my face!”
That’s the way that he states his case,
Reverend Mullineux.

Kick! He can kick like an army mule
Run like a kangaroo!
Hard to get by as a lawyer-plant,
Tackles his man like a bull-dog ant
Fetches hom over too!
Didn’t the public cheer and shout
Watchin’ him chuckin’ big blokes about,
Reverend Mullineux!

Scrimmage was packed on his prostrate form,
Somehow the ball got through
Who was it tackled our big half-back,
Flinging him down like an empty sack,
Right on our goal-line too?
Who but the man that we thought was dead,
Down with a score of ’em on his head,
Reverend Mullineux.



Poem The Reverend Mullineux - Andrew Barton Paterson