Comments - Mike “King” Kelly: Baseball’s First Superstar - The Wild Geese2024-03-29T11:53:00Zhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profiles/comment/feed?attachedTo=6442157%3ABlogPost%3A248808&xn_auth=no"Side, Kelly, Slide" by Wilbu…tag:thewildgeese.irish,2020-09-20:6442157:Comment:2488792020-09-20T15:41:37.543ZThe Wild Geesehttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/TheWildGeese
"Side, Kelly, Slide" by Wilbur Sweatman's Original Jazz Band, recorded March 24, 1919<br />
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"Side, Kelly, Slide" by Wilbur Sweatman's Original Jazz Band, recorded March 24, 1919<br />
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<p>"Casey At the Bat," read by James Earl Jones</p>
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<p>"Casey At the Bat," read by James Earl Jones</p>
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<p>“Casey at the Bat” <span>by Ernest Thayer1(888)</span></p>
<p><span>The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:</span><br></br> <span>The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,</span><br></br> <span>And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,</span><br></br> <span>A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.</span></p>
<p><span>A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest</span><br></br> <span>Clung to the hope which springs eternal…</span></p>
<p>“Casey at the Bat” <span>by Ernest Thayer1(888)</span></p>
<p><span>The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day:</span><br/> <span>The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,</span><br/> <span>And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,</span><br/> <span>A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.</span></p>
<p><span>A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest</span><br/> <span>Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;</span><br/> <span>They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that—</span><br/> <span>We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."</span></p>
<p><span>But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,</span><br/> <span>And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;</span><br/> <span>So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat,</span><br/> <span>For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.</span></p>
<p><span>But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,</span><br/> <span>And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball;</span><br/> <span>And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,</span><br/> <span>There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.</span></p>
<p><span>Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;</span><br/> <span>It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;</span><br/> <span>It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,</span><br/> <span>For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.</span></p>
<p><span>There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;</span><br/> <span>There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.</span><br/> <span>And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,</span><br/> <span>No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.</span></p>
<p><span>Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;</span><br/> <span>Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt;</span><br/> <span>Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,</span><br/> <span>Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.</span></p>
<p><span>And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,</span><br/> <span>And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.</span><br/> <span>Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—</span><br/> <span>"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said.</span></p>
<p><span>From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,</span><br/> <span>Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;</span><br/> <span>"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand;</span><br/> <span>And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.</span></p>
<p><span>With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone;</span><br/> <span>He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;</span><br/> <span>He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;</span><br/> <span>But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!"</span></p>
<p><span>"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"</span><br/> <span>But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.</span><br/> <span>They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,</span><br/> <span>And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.</span></p>
<p><span>The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,</span><br/> <span>He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;</span><br/> <span>And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,</span><br/> <span>And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.</span></p>
<p><span>Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright,</span><br/> <span>The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;</span><br/> <span>And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,</span><br/> <span>But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.</span></p> Lyrics to "Slide' Kelly' Slid…tag:thewildgeese.irish,2020-09-08:6442157:Comment:2487322020-09-08T16:58:56.993ZJoe Gannonhttps://thewildgeese.irish/profile/JoeGannon
<p>Lyrics to "Slide' Kelly' Slide"</p>
<p>“Slide, Kelly, Slide” – Recorded by George J. Gaskin (1893)</p>
<p>Slide, Kelly, Slide!<br/>Your running’s a disgrace!<br/>Slide, Kelly, Slide!<br/>Stay there, hold your base!<br/>If some one doesn’t steal you,<br/>And your batting doesn’t fail you,<br/>They’ll take you to Australia!<br/>Slide, Kelly, Slide!</p>
<p>Lyrics to "Slide' Kelly' Slide"</p>
<p>“Slide, Kelly, Slide” – Recorded by George J. Gaskin (1893)</p>
<p>Slide, Kelly, Slide!<br/>Your running’s a disgrace!<br/>Slide, Kelly, Slide!<br/>Stay there, hold your base!<br/>If some one doesn’t steal you,<br/>And your batting doesn’t fail you,<br/>They’ll take you to Australia!<br/>Slide, Kelly, Slide!</p>