The "Cricketeer" Badge; depicts C.J. Dennis with swag removing the bails to end play.

The swag represents CJ prepared for "Rambling" . He was often seen walking his beloved "Yarra Valley Region" in search of inspiration.

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The Umpire

C.J. Dennis


Oh, he was old and he was spare;

His bushy whiskers and his hair

With a right boot in need of repair,

And in his swag upon his back.

He had oiled a cricket bat as black as black.

"T’s not hard to find a game," he said.

And he shock his head,

So all the corks that hung

Around his hat-brim danced and swung

And bobbed about his face.

He said they were for keeping flies -

"The pesky varmints" - from his eyes.

He called me "Codger". . . "Now you see

I had me best days," said he.

"I us’d to bend me back,

And, I made it hit the track.

Keep ‘em off stump, young codger, if you can.

He seemed a funny sort of man.

All this side of Bourke

He’d played the game,

And umpir’n was as close to the same

And today he supposed he'd have to go

Another fifty overs or so.

"Nigh all my life the tracks I've walked,"

I liked the way he talked.

And oh, the places he had been

I don't know what he had not seen -

On every ground, from every town,

All through the country, up and down.

"Young codger, don’t shun the dead track," he said.

And he put his hand upon my head.

I noticed, then, his old eyes were blue and

Oh so very true.

"Ay, once I was a little lad,"

And he seemed to grow quite sad.

I sometimes think:

When my game is on the brink

I’ll go umpir’n too

And hang some corks around my hat,

And lead a jolly good life like that