Slide, Kelly, Slide

Slide, Kelly, Slide
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I played a game of baseball I belong to Carry’s hine-
The crowd was fealing jolly, and the weather l was fine;
A noble lot of players I think were never found
When the omnibuses Ianded that day upon the ground.
The game was quickly started, they sent me to bat,
I made two strikes; says Casey, “What are you striking at?”
I made the third, the catcher muffed, and to the ground it fell,
I ran like a devil to first hase, when the gang be gan to yell:

Chorus-
Blide Kelly, slide: your runing a disgrace
Blide Kelly, slide: stay there, hold your pince.
If some one doesn’t steal you
And your batting doesn’t fall you,
Thay lI take you to Australia,
Slide, Kelly, silde!

Twas in the second inning they called me in. I think,
To take the the catcher’s piscs, while he went to get a drink;
But something was the matter, sure I couldn’t see the ball,
And the second who came broke his nose, and all;
The Crowd up in the grand stand they yelled with all their might;
I ran toward the clubhouse, I thought it was a fight.
Twas the most unpleasant feeling I ever fe before,
I knew they had me rattled, when the gang bage to roar;
Chorus.

They sent me to the center field, I didn’t want to go,
The way my nose was swelling up. I must have been a show;
They said on me depended victory or defeat,
If a blind man was to look on us he’d know that we were beat,
Sixty-four to nothing was the score when we got done,
And everybody there but me said they had lots fun:
The news got home ahead of me, they heard I was knocked out,
The neighbors carried me in the house, and then began to shout:
Chorus.