The Green Fields of the East
Nelly Kelly loved Base Ball games
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her there every day,
Shout “Hurray” when they’d play.
Her boy friend by the name of joe
Said to Coney Isle, dear, let’s go,
Then Nelly started to fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout:
Take me out to the Ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and crack-er-jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,.
If they don’t win it’s a shame,
For it’s one, two, three strikes,
You re out at the old Ball game.
JACK NORWORTH and ALBERT VON TILZER
. . . step to the bat, it’s your innings.
MARK TWAIN, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court