Chorus
Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell,
Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell,
Here’s three cheers for good old Lowell,
So let the game go on.
We’ve seen them come and seen them go,
For twenty years or more;
They never yet have beat us,
When they came to add the score.
They have tried to steal our signals
They have worked till they were sore,
So let the game go on.
Chorus
For Lowell’s got the pitchers,
And we’ve got a back stop true
The infield is a bunch of stars
The outfield’s nifty too,
They’re all .300 hitters,
And you’ll meet your Waterloo,
So let the game go on.
Chorus
Presently the chosen umpires, Sel. O. Lafflin of American College and Robert M. S. Lee, of National University, came onto the field. They consulted with Hughie and Church, agreed upon the ground rules, and presently Lafflin, who was to umpire behind the bat, stepped to the plate and then turning to the stands said:
“[Ladies and Gentlemen: The batt’ries for to-day’s game are—]For Lowell, Black, pitcher and Gibbs, catcher. For Jefferson—Mellen, pitcher and Brest, catcher; Black and Gibbs for Lowell; Mellen and Brest for Jefferson. Play ball.”
