Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Sounds From The Baseball Field

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Batter in the home place,
That was nobly done;
Try and get the first base--
Run! Run! RUN!
Ah, there, short stop, will you miss?
Hear the people cheer and hiss,
Hear them yell and shout.
Twinkling legs and flying feet--
(Oh, I wonder who will beat!)
Faster, faster, out!
Umpire, umpire, go along;
That was wrong, sir, that was wrong.


Pitcher pitches, four balls,
"Take your base, my man."
Toward the second now he crawls--
"Steal it if you can."
Oh, the ball has gone so high,
Can they catch it on the fly?
Ah, there is no doubt,
He will get his third, I vow--
Pshaw! the ball has got there now,
"Two men out!"
Umpire, umpire, that was wrong;
Go along, sir, go along.


One man on the first base,
Not a single run.
Boys are warming to the race--
Now look out for fun.
Pitcher's arm maybe is tired;
Batter sudden seems inspired,
Grounds the ball to win.
Run there, run there, run your best,
I am screaming with the rest
"Two men in!"
Umpire, umpire, go away;
Dead wrong, dead wrong, sir, I say.


What's the matter now, pray?
Taking breath, that's all;
But the restless people say
"Play ball, play ball."
One ball, two strikes, two balls--"Foul."
Umpire calls, and people howl:
"What is he about?"
Run, run, run, run, Run, Run, RUN!
Half the inning now is done,
"Three men out!"
Umpire, umpire, go along;
You are always, always wrong.

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