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SONG FOR THE BALL-PLAYERS.

Up goes the ball with might and main,
And soon it cometh down again;
Ups and downs, I've heard them say,
For many a year is the world's way.
Up goes the ball—like a goblet-cup;
Hold your hand as you send it up!
Down it comes—ere it reach the ground
Catch the ball so firm and round!
An up and a down, that is the way,
With a good round ball, that you must play;
Up, high as you can, then down again,
Five and five, and a double ten.
The world is a ball, and every star,
And the sun himself, great balls they are;
Round they go, and round about,
Ever and ever, yet ne'er are out!

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Up goes the ball! oh, if I threw
Up to the very sky so blue,
Up to the moon, or to Charles's Wain,
'Twould be long ere the ball came down again!
An up and a down—that is the way,
With a good round ball, that you must play;
Up, high as you can, and down again,
Ten and ten, and six times ten!
Face to the shade, and back to the shine;
Send up your balls with a toss like mine.
Straight as a dart, as if 'twere cast
From the spring of a mighty arbalast!
There it goes! good-luck to the ball!
Here it comes, with a plumping fall;
How merry it is, our balls to throw,
Standing together thus in a row!
An up and a down, that is the way,
With a good round ball, that you must play;
Up, high as you can, and down again,
Now we have counted ten times ten.