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Give me o'Lord a hurler’s skill With strength of arm and speed of limb Unerring eye for the flying ball And courage to match them whatever befall May my aim be steady - my stroke be true My actions manly - my misses few And no matter what way the game may go May I part in friendship with every foe When the final whistle for me is blown And I stand at last at Gods Judgment Throne May the great Referee when he calls my name Say ... You hurled like a man You played the game Amen
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