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Reginald Van Gleason III (Jackie Gleason) "Casey
At The Bat" 45 RPM Record (With Lyrics) |
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"Casey At The Bat" Lyrics
Written by Ernest Lawrence Thayer - Adapted By
– Jackie Gleason
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It Looked Extremely Rocky,
for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood two to four, but with one inning left
to play;
so, when Cooney died at second, and Burrows did the
same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game
A Straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest;
with that hope that springs eternal in the human
breast. Mmmm (laughter)
For they thought if only Casey could but get a whack at
that,
they'd put even money now, with Casey at the bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, and likewise so did Blake,
And the former was a puddin', and the latter was a
fake; (laughter)
So on that stricken multitude a deathlike scilence sat,
For there seem'd but little chance of Casey getting
to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And the much despised Blake, tore the cover off the
ball; (laughter)
And, when the dust has lifted, and they saw what had
accrured,
There Blake safe at second, and Flynn a huggin'
third. (laughter)
Then from the gladden'd multitude went up a joyous
yell,
It rumbled in the mountain top and rattled in the
dell;
It struck upon the hillside and rebounded on the flat;
for Casey, mmmmm-mighty Casey, was advancing to the
bat.
There was an 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, t'was Casey at the bat.
Ten-thousand eyes were on him, as he rubbed his hands
with dirt,
five-thousands tongues applauded, when he rubbed it on
his shirt.
Then when the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his
hip; (laughter)
Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled on
Casey's lips.
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.
(laughter)
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 spheroid
flew;
But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike
two!" (laughter)
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo
answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was
awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his
muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by
again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are
clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel vengeance, 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. (laughter)
Ohhh, (laughter) somewhere in this favoured 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.
(Applauds fadeout)
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