From fair Guyana’s shores they came,
The sick, the arthritic and even the lame
A game of cricket was the event
To beat the Saints was their intent.

O’er many a year they played their cricket
Their mode of playing was very pathetic
Saints always whipped them to the bone
And this caused them to mope and groan.

Many from Queen’s were given out
And Farley, he tried to prevent a rout
But Ole Hazlewood he hatched a knavish plan
To send this batsman into the stand.

He firstly hit Farley in the thumb
Then waited until his hand was numb
He then sent one from over the mound
Which hit the mid-stump out of the ground.

Les White - who was around since the last millennium
Showed that his bowling still had lots of venom
He well may be called "The Living Fossil"
But his deliveries still give batsmen a mighty great chill.

D’Ornellas was useless this time ‘round
As Murli hit him all over the ground
His bowling was short was inaccurate
So his captain forced him to abate

Dummett and Castinheiro went in to bat
E’en though the latter is slow and fat
They managed to pile up many a run
And they were having lots of fun.

Der Fatt - he hit one in the air
And Farley tried the ball to snare
But remember Ole Hazlewood had wrecked his hand
So he dropped the ball into the sand.

Oh, when will this great torture end
And Queen’s to Saints the message send
That Queen’s, she has the upper hand
To make Saints Grovel at her command!

Ye sturdy men of Queen’s take heart
And be not humbled by this upstart
Summon your strength and Achaean valor
And send Saints cowering into a pallor!