J—E—EFF
J—E—EFF
J—E—EFFERSON
JEFFERSON JEFFERSON
RAH ROW RAY RI REE RAW RUN
That’s the music for JEFFERSON.
Then for the forty minutes of practice allowed the team, the Jefferson crowd, the band and Lowell’s representatives in turn sang their best songs, and gave their yells, all but the band, of course, which in this instance made less noise and also less music than any one of the three, if you can ever call noise music.
Jefferson would start her baseball song going to the tune of “Maryland, My Maryland.”
Thy sons are battling for thy name
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
They go to die or win this game
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
Give them your cheers in loud acclaim
Help them to-day withstand the strain
And they’ll add glory to your fame
Jefferson, dear Jefferson.
The Champions are our foes they say
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
For twenty years they’ve blocked our way
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
We have a team to cause dismay
To any nine that tries to play
Baseball with this big school to-day
Jefferson, dear Jefferson.
We’ve got the lads who hit the ball
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
Where Lowell boys are not at all
Jefferson, dear Jefferson
We’ll make those Champions look small
We’ll hit them over the outer wall
And raise that rag on Chapel Hall
Jefferson, dear Jefferson.
And just as soon as they had finished, the Lowell contingent would cut loose with their version of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic.”
The Lowell team is on the job
Her nine is fit and strong
She has got the boys who hit the pill
And they’ve been champions long
She’s better this year than ever before
She’s never yet been wrong,
So let the game go on.