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If you're a lover of baseball,
Just take a walk with me;
It will only cost you fifteen cents
An
exciting game to see,
For there is not a team within the State
But the Pascoag boys can down;
I tell you, they're a credit
Unto this Burrillville
town.
That is Feen, the pitcher,
In yonder boy he stands;
Watch him, how he twirls the
ball
He throws with his left hand.
The in and out, the up and down,
And some of his designs;
There are none of them can hit him,
Though they make some awful winds.
That is the little catcher;
He holds them like a man;
I tell you he's a dandy;
Just
watch him how he stands;
He stands up straight, so near the plate
That he is sure to get them all;
I never saw him drop one yet;
He always holds
the ball.
That fellow's name is Coffey,
And he can play the part
No matter how they throw the
ball
He is always on the mark.
That is what I would call
The right man in the right place;
You see that he is tricky,
And he always
played first base.
To Billy Reynolds, second baseman,
Your attention I must draw;
I think that he is the best
one
That I have ever saw;
He always has some scheme come up
To baffle the runner on his route;
I don't know how he does it,
But he
always gets them out.
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The third baseman is from college,
So the people say,
But no matter what he studied,
He learned
how to play.
I am very sorry
His name I do not know,
But you must give him credit
For the way that he does throw.
Now for the little shortstop—
Sherlock is his name;
The people say that he's too
fat,
But he gets there just the same,
And when he gets in batting,
Some poor fielder has to run
And try to find the lost ball
That
he knocked to kingdom come.
Now for the three outfielders;
In the right place they are always found,
And if there is a fly
knocked,
It never sees the ground;
They throw it to some baseman,
In their powerful way,
And it is always sure to be in time
To
make a double play.
Now before I drop my pen
Or these few verses seal,
I'll give credit to the
manager,
Whose name is Tom O'Neil;
I am sure that he deserves it
For the interest he did take
In getting Feen, the pitcher,
The champion of the
state.
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John Finegan
Mapleville, Rhode Island
Found in an old scrapbook
Probably written between 1890 and 1910.
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