“Writing to the folks?” asked Johnny.
[“Don’t bother me,” said Ty], “I have an inspiration.” So they left him alone, but presently he came up to where Hughie, Larke, and Everson were sitting and talking things over, and said: “I’ve made a brief report of the game for the boys at home. I saw a peach back there at the last station, and whenever I see peaches I think of ’Gene Field’s little poem.” Then he started to sing.
A baseball team out at Jefferson grew,
A pretty good team it was they drew,
Managed by Church and captained, too,
It grew. It grew.
Listen to this tale of woe.
They challenged the team of the Emerald hue
That had beaten the Eastern teams very blue;
They were captained by Larke and managed by Hugh,
Too true. Too true.
Listen to the tale of woe.
The Lowell boys came on the fast choo choo,
They began to play the game at two to 2.02
And soon the trouble began to brew,
Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!
Listen to their tale of woe.
Then Tommy came along with his mind in a stew
And placed to his credit a bagger-two
While Larry brought Church home and Black began to rue,
But they were through.
Listen to their wail of woe.
Johnny got his base and Larke got two,
This was in the sixth and brought Johnny through,
The eighth saw Cap. make another accrue,
Score two. Score two.
Listen to our lack of woe.
The rest of the innings showed us nothing new,
Each side to bat and each side withdrew,
The batters the pitchers couldn’t subdue,
Hip Huroo. Hip Huroo.
Listen to that tale of woe.