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THE BASEBALL SCORE.
A boy came racing down the street
In a most tumultuous way,
And he hollered at all he chanced to meet:
“Hooray, hooray, hooray!”
His eyes and his breath were hot with joy
And his cheeks were all aflame—
'Twas a rare event with the little boy
When the champions won a game!
In a most tumultuous way,
And he hollered at all he chanced to meet:
“Hooray, hooray, hooray!”
His eyes and his breath were hot with joy
And his cheeks were all aflame—
'Twas a rare event with the little boy
When the champions won a game!
“Twenty to 6” and “10 to 2”
Were rather dismal scores,
And they wreathed in a somewhat somber hue
These classic western shores;
We shuddered and winced at the cruel sport
And our heads were bowed in shame
'Till Somewhere sent us the glad report
That the champions won the game!
Were rather dismal scores,
And they wreathed in a somewhat somber hue
These classic western shores;
We shuddered and winced at the cruel sport
And our heads were bowed in shame
'Till Somewhere sent us the glad report
That the champions won the game!
Our Baby says it'll be all right
For the champions by and by,
And the twin emotions of Hope and Fright
Gleam in his cod fish eye;
And Spalding says (in his modest way)
That we'll get there all the same;
So let us holler, “Hooray, hooray,”
When the champions win the game.
For the champions by and by,
And the twin emotions of Hope and Fright
Gleam in his cod fish eye;
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That we'll get there all the same;
So let us holler, “Hooray, hooray,”
When the champions win the game.
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