Come On Play Ball With Me, Dearie

Come On Play Ball With Me, Dearie

V1
Sweet mammie Magee was a young coryphee
And she danced in the chorus by night:
The Mamie by day was a “fan” in her way,
For a ballgame was Mamie’s delight
She’d root through a game and then send in her name
And invite them all down to her show
She’d sing to the nine that could buy the most wine
This refrain in a shrill tremolo


But
V2
Sweet Mamie Magee was astonished to see
How the other dames followed her plan;
The swell chorus misses for base balls threw kisses,
Till Mamie could not land a man
Said she, “That’s a woman, they act almost human
When they try to crush a poor dame;
If they get much gayer I’ll win a ball player
If I have to holler his name”
Chorus
Come on play ball with me dearie
I’ll “catch” whatever you “throw”
I know lots of places where we can “run bases”
If you’ll only wait for me after the show,
We won’t “Run home” till you’re weary
You’ll like “my curves,” never fear;
My heart is on fire,
When Cupids Umpire,
Come on, come on, play ball with me dear

Ed. Madden (words), Gus. Edwards (music)