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"Casey At The Bat" Six Cheerful Songs To Poem
of American Humor By Sidney Homer Sheet Music |
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"Casey At The Bat"
Sheet Music |
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Item Details |
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CIRCA
- 1920
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PUBLISHER
- G.
Schimer
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SIZE
- 9" x 12"
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FORMAT
- Sheet
Music
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PRICE GUIDE
- $20.00 - $30.00
Very Good - Excellent Condition
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"Casey at the Bat" is a poem written
in 1888 by Ernest Thayer. A dramatic
narrative about a baseball game, the
poem became popular on the vaudeville
circuit, and has become one of the
best-known poems in American
literature. In 1920, composer Sidney
Homer, told the story of Mighty Casey
through music. The sheet music was
published by G. Schirmer of New York,
and Boston, as part of Six Cheerful
Songs to Poems of American Humor.
The others shown on the cover art, as listed on a scroll held up by Casey
the ballplayer with two kids looking on
are; Specially Jim; An Idaho Ball; A
plantation Ditty; The Height of the
Ridicules; and Christmas Chimes. The 20
page sheet feature the poem with some
words edited slightly from the
original, and a couple of verses were
omitted.
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"Casey At The Bat" Sheet Music |
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| 1920 Copyright page 2 of Sheet Music |
Back Page Publisher G. Schirmer New York |
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"Casey At The Bat" - Words 1920
Written by Ernest
Thayer Composed by Sidney Homer |
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The out-look wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine
that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more
to play;
And so, when Cooney died at first, and Burrows did the
same,
A Sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A Straggling few got up to go in deep despair.
The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the
human breast;
They thought if only Casey could but get a whack at
that,
they'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 pudding, and the latter was a
fake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,
For there seem'd but little chance of Casey's getting
to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the
ball;
Then from the gladden'd multitude went up a joyous
yell,
It bounded from the mountain top and rattled in the
dell;
It struck upon the hillside and recoil'd upon the flat;
for Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepp'd in to
his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on
Casey's face;
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doff'd
his hat
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the
bat.
And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling
through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur
there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a
muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and
distant shore;
"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the
stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey
raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage
shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun
sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike
two!"
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are
clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it
go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's
blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favour'd land the sun is shining
bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are
light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children
shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck
out.
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