“Take Me Out to the Ball Game” – National Poetry Month, 3/30

I don’t want to bore you with the same kind of post each day about the writing prompts I used the previous night. I’d rather bore you in a new way each day.

Aside from digging this poetry thing, I’m also a pretty big baseball fan. Since the season started a couple days ago, I’ve been feeling pretty good about things. Yay baseball.

The other day, I also got Beck’s Song Reader, a late gift from my mom (thanks Mom!). Months down the road I imagine you’ll start to see me posting some of my versions of those songs. One can dream of nice things, anyway.

Take me out to the ballgame

You’re probably wondering how this relates to poetry. I’m getting there. In the intro to Song Reader, they mention that  “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” is actually just the refrain from a longer song about a baseball-crazy woman named Katie Casie or Nelly Kelly, depending on the version.

So, I thought it would be a fun way to tie lyricism and baseball into National Poetry Month by sharing the complete version of this song, which, if you’re like me, you’d never heard before.

Here’s a recording of the original version. Lyrics below.

1927 Version:

Nelly Kelly loved baseball games,
Knew the players, knew all their names,
You could see her there ev’ry 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 Cracker 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.”

Nelly Kelly was sure some fan,
She would root just like any man,
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along, good and strong.
When the score was just two to two,
Nelly Kelly knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the game sing this song.

“Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker 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.”

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