He looked at extremely rocky for Mudville nine that day;
The tally estêve two the four, with but a time to the left
to play.
Thus, when Cooney died in as, and burrows fêz the same,
A pallor entreteceu the features of patrons of the game.
Straggling a little was arisen to go, leaving the rest
there,
With this hope that jumps eternal of the human chest inside.
for they had thought: " if Casey could only start one whack
in that one, "
they would put the money now uniform, with the Casey in the
baton.
But Flynn preceded Casey, and in a similar way thus that fêz
Blake,
E the previous one was one pudd'n and the last one was a
fake.
Thus in this multitude stricken a silence of deathlike sat
down;
There for seemed but little possibility of Casey who starts
to the baton.
But Flynn left the movement " chooses, " to wonderment of
everything.
E the Blakey muito-much-despised " tore the cover is of the
sphere "
E when the dust had raised, and they saw what they had
occurred,
It had safe of Blakey in as, and a-huggin of Flynn third '.
Then of gladdened the multitude was above of an shout joyous
--
Rumbled in mountaintops, it chocalhou in dell;
It hit in top of hillside and rebounded in the plan;
For Casey, powerful Casey was advancing to the baton.
He had an easiness in the way of Casey because he stepped on
in its place,
He had a pride in the rolling of Casey and a smile in the
face of Casey;
E when answering to cheers doffed lightly its hat.
No stranger in the multitude could doubt ' twas Casey in the
baton "
Ten a thousand eyes were in it while it rubbed its hands with
the dirt,
Five a thousand tongues-piece had applauded when it cleaned
them in its shirt;
Then when the jar writhing ground the sphere in its hip,
Defiance looked at of glance in the eye of Casey, a wavy edge
to sneer of Casey.
E now the leather-covered sphere lode hurtling through air,
E Casey estêve it giving to attention in grandeur haughty
there.
It closes for batsman resistant unheeded of the hasty sphere;
" this ain't my style, " said Casey. " it hits one, " the
said arbitrator.
Of the banks, it blackens with peoples, it was there above of
a roar muffled,
As the stroke of the storm waves in stern and in the distant
coast.
" it kills it! it kills the arbitrator! " shouted somebody
in the stand;
E is probable they would kill did not have it Casey raised
its hand.
With a smile of great Casey of charity christian visage
shone;
It calmed tumault arising itself, it fêz the game to go on;
It signaled to the jar, and a time that more spheroid flied;
But Casey still ignored, and the said arbitrator, " stroke
two "
" fraud! " thousand cried out maddened, and the echo
answered to " fraud! "
But one to look at scornful of Casey and the hearings awed;
They turn its face to grow stern and cold, turn its tension
the muscles,
E had known that Casey would not leave the sphere to go close
another time.
Sneer is IDO of edges of Casey, its teeth clenched in the
hatred,
It hammers with vengeance cruel its baton in top of the
board;
E now the jar arrests the sphere, and now it leaves to go,
E air is broken now by the force of the blow of Casey.
The Oh, in some place in this favored land the sun is to
shine shining,
The band is playing in some place, and in some place the
hearts are light;
E in some place the men are laughing, and in some place the
children shout,
But he does not have no joy in Mudville: Powerful Casey hit
for is.
- Ernest Lawrence Thayer