My students had to memorize this one year, and all during the game I was reciting it until my boys could stand it no longer. It’s over, Dodger Fans.
So long until Spring.
|Casey at the Bat
By Ernest Lawrence Thayer Taken From the San Francisco Examiner – June 3, 1888
|The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!”
The sneer has fled from Casey’s lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,