Casey With the Beater


It looked at extremely rock for new Mudville which day;
The points held two to four, with but a turn of beater to play on the left.
Thus, when Cooney died in in the second place, and digs made the same thing,
A pallor braided the devices of the owners of the play.

Being in disorder a little rose to disappear, leaving the rest there,
With this hope which spouts out eternal in the human centre.
for them thought: " so only Casey could obtain a whack with that, "
they would put the equal money now, with Casey with the beater.

But Flynn preceded Casey, and in the same way thus made Blake,
And the old one was a pudd' N and the last was a fake.
Thus on this multitude in distress a silence of deathlike rested;
For there seemed but little of chance of Casey obtaining with the beater.

But Flynn left the reader " choose, " with wonderment all.
And much-scorned Blakey " tore the cover in addition to ball "
And when dust had been raised, and they saw what had occurred,
There were safe of Blakey to the second, and third of a-huggin of Flynn '.

Then gladdened the multitude assembled a merry howl --
It thundered in the mountaintops, it cliqueté in the dell;
It struck the hillside and rebounded on the apartment;
For Casey, powerful Casey advanced with the beater.

There was of facility in the way of Casey because it took a step in its place,
There were pride in bearing of Casey and smile on the face of Casey;
And when answering the acclamations it doffed slightly its cap.
No foreigner in crowd could doubt the ' twas Casey to the beater "

Ten thousand eyes were on him while it rubbed its hands with dirtiness,
Five thousand languages applauded when it wiped them on its shirt;
Then when the jug writhing rectified the ball in its hip,
Demolished threw a glance of eye of Casey, a lip of Casey curved by snigger.

And maintaining the sphere leather-glaze came hurtling by the air,
And Casey held observing in the size haughty there.
Enclose by the vigorous batsman the unperceived one of ball dispatched;
" this ain' T my model, " indicated Casey. " sound one, " the referee known as.

Banks, blacken with people, assembled a soundproofed howl there,
As the beat of the storm undulates on the poop and the distant shore.
" destroy it! destroy the referee! " shouted somebody on the stand;
And it is probable they would have destroyed it did not have Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of large Casey of Christian charity the face shone;
It calmed the rising tumault, it made the play continue;
It announced in the jug, and once more the spheroid flew;
But Casey was unaware of always him, and the said referee, the " strike two "

" fraud! " cried maddened of the thousands, and the echo answered the " fraud! "
But a glance scornful of Casey and assistances were intimidated;
They saw its face increasing the poop and cold, they saw its constraint of muscles,
And they knew that Casey would not let the ball still pass.

The snigger went from the lips of Casey, his teeth are tight in hatred,
It hammers with revenge cruel its beater on the dish;
And maintaining the jug holds the ball, and now it lets it disappear,
And maintaining the air is broken by the force of the blow of Casey.

Ah, some share in this favoured ground the sun is to shine luminous,
The tape plays some share, and some share the hearts are light;
And some share the men laugh, and some share the children shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville: Powerful Casey struck outside.

- Ernest Laurent Thayer 1

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