Safe At Home
"A tribute to our beloved 'Babe' Ruth."
Jack Rollins, Perry Alexander
Our Bambino
Iva Phillips, Bud Averill, Hayden Simpson
Oh! You- Babe Ruth!
Frank M. Miller (words), L.L. Vos Burgh (music)
Oh! You- Babe Ruth!
Wm. V. Hart (words), Ed. G. Nelson (music)
Batterin' Babe, Look at Him Now
Jack O'Brien (words), Billy Timmins (music)
Babe: He Is a Home Run Guy
J.W. Spencer (words), Harry L. Alford (music)
Babe
J.W. Spencer (words), Harry L. Alford (music)
Along Came Ruth
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Irving Berlin
Where the Shy Little Violets Grow
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Harry Warren, Gus Kahn
I Can't Get to First Base With You
Voice
I’ve sacrificed and bunted my own heart
I laughed with tears in my eyes
After each ending you want a new start
Lover, you can’t realize
Chorus
The game is over,
There’s nothing else we can do
I can’t get to first base with you
We’ve been in clover and ev’ry time we get thru
I can’t get to first base with you
Once in the beginning
Love was always winning
And in ev’ry inning
You made a hit with me
This is the windup
I made my mind up to go
You know how I feel about you
You got me crying, alibling, making me blue
I can’t get to first base with you
Fred Fisher, Mrs. Lou Gehrig
It's A Grand Old Game
V1
You may talk about the weather if it’s going to rain or shine
Figure on the market and you’re apt to get in line
You may figure on the horses and perhaps you’ll dope them out
But to figure on a ball game is to always be in doubt
V2
You may talk about old hockey in the good old winter time
Figure on a big fight and maybe you win some time
You may place a bet on football and perhaps your side wins out
But to figure on this Big League game is to always be in doubt
Chorus
It’s a grand old game, it’s a wonderful game
Delighted excited
The fans are all the same
The players come from all the states from Frisco up to Maine
The fans go near insane when you mention Babe Ruth’s name
It’s a grand old game, it’s a wonderful game
Let’s all cheer the players out there each day
Mickey, Chochrane and Rommel
See those fans stand up and yell
It’s a grand old game
C2
It’s a grand old game, it’s a wonderful game
Hack Wilson, the great Babe, are in the Hall of Fame
You’ll see the ball parks crowded any day it doesn’t rain
Just listen to them shout if the great Babe should strike out
It’s a grand old game, it’s a wonderful game
Let’s all cheer the Rabbit out there each day
Lindstrom, Terry and Mel Ott
Are some stars the Giants got;
It’s a grand old game
Harry S. Faunce
I'll See Ya' at the World Series
Chorus
I’ll tell the world, I’ll see ya’ at the (crack) World Sreies
‘Cause that’s where I’m gonna be
And you can bet that even if I have to crawl
I am gonna be there when they yell “Play ball!”
A’ rootin’, hootin’, tootin’ for the home team
If it takes my last dime
I’ll tell the world I’ll see ya’ at the (crack) world series
And we’ll have a wonderful time
Jack Elliot (words), Sonny Burke (music)
Kansas City A's
Roger C. Webb
Tigers on Parade
Fred Lawson, Will Dulmage
Oh! You Baseball Man
V1
Don’t wreck your life in an auto
I don’t want an auto guy
I want a man, a base ball man
I’ll tell you the reason why.
I love baseball, the best of all, and want to be a “Fan”
I’d give the word to be your girl
Oh! You baseball man
V2
The ball shoots for the bleachers
Or you hit a three base fly
It sends a dart right through my heart
Ee yah! Oh you hear that cry
What rousing thrills, then awful chills
Just beat it if you can
Don’t call him out, just let him shout
Oh! You baseball man
Chorus
Oh you man you baseball man
You’re the man for a fan like me
Small or tall any way at all, if you must play ball I’ll be
Your little tootsie wootsie fan
As true as a little girl can
No fancy class or money I want to be your honey
Oh! You baseball man
Byron B. Phillips
At the Old Ball Game
Max Bates, Duncan Browning, Harmon Bickley
The White Sox March
Gee! It's a Wonderful Game
<iframe src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yw0TtlU4DNY" frameborder="0" width="560" height="315"></iframe> V1 Who discovered the land of the brave and the free? I don’t know, I don’t know ‘Twas Christy Columbus is what they tell me May be so, I don’t know There’s only one Christy that I know at all One Christy that I ever saw He’s the one who discovered the fade away ball And he pitches for Muggsy McGraw V2 Who lost out in the battle of old Waterloo? I don’t know, I don’t know They say ‘tways Napoleon, may be tis true May be so, I don’t know The pink sheets don’t print Mister Bonaparte’s face No stories about him to day ‘Cause he never could hold down that old second base Like his name sake Big Nap Lay’ooway Chorus 1 Baseball, Baseball aint it a wonderful game? Old Christy Colum’ found this country, by gum But the extras don’t carry his name If old man Clumbus had sat in the stand Had seen Matty pitching that ‘fader’ so grand He’d have sayd “Boys I’m glad I discovered this land” Gee! It’s sa wonderful game Chorus 2 Baseball, Baseball aint it a dandy old game? The Gen’ral of France couldn’t lead ‘em like Chance So no wonder his Waterloo came If down in his pocket Napoleon had dug Had paid his five francs to see Tyrus Cobb slg He’d have said I give up I’m a bug I’m a bug Gee! It’s a wonderful game
R.W. Lardner (words), G. Harris (Doc) White (music)
Going to See A Baseball Game
V1
Jimmy and Willie were bank chasiers
Worked until three ev’ry day
When work was done to the game they’d run
To see the old home team play
They would hop on to a trolley car
Crowded with no room to stand
But they’d squeeze in and then they’d begin
Singing to beat the band
V2
Ev’ry one soon grew to know these boys
Even the umpires too
Out at the grounds they would make some noise
Just like the real rooters do
Now when they jump on a trolley car
That’s going out to the game
When they’d begin, the crowd all joins in
Singing the same refrain
Chorus
Hooray! Hooray! We’re all on our way
We’re going to see a baseball game
Hoo ray! Hooray! We don’t care what we pay
But we’ll get a seat just the same
We’ll root and we’ll shout
‘Till the last man is out
We know ev’ry player by name
Hooray! Hooray!
We’re all one our way
We’re going to see a baseball game
Phil Capwell, Ed. C. Mahony
Tessie You Are The Only, Only, Only
<iframe src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/j-5FIUHlPYM" frameborder="0" width="420" height="315"></iframe> V1 Tessie is a maiden with a sparkling eye Tessie is a maiden with a laugh Tessie doesn’t know the meaning of a sigh Tessie’s lots of fun and full of chaff But sometimes we have a little quarrel, we two Tessie always turns her head away Then it’s p to me to do as all boys do So I take her hand in mine and say V2 Tessie has a parrot that she loves quite well Polly’s just a learning how to woo Tessie tells him ev’ry thing she has to tell Polly thinks he knows a thing or two Tessie gave a party at her home one night Polly said he’d like to sing a song Tessie thought she’d never seen a bird so bright When Polly started off in accents strong Chorus Tessie, you make me feel so badly Why don’t you turn around Tessie, you know I love you madly Babe, my heart weights about a pound Don’t blame me if I ever doubt you, you know I wouldn’t live without you Tessie, you are the only, only, only
Will R. Anderson
The Champs of 1912
V1
Come all ye loyal rooters
We’re going to the game
Oh, let your business take a slump
We are going just the same
For this is Boston’s trn to hoist
That champion banner high
So we’ll cheer those Red Sox fellows up
‘Till the echoes reach the sky
V2
That first game played at “York town”
Joe Wood was at his best
The whole team backed him with a will
And “Steve” Yerkes did the rest
The Giants played a grand, good game
And battle raged galore
But Boston took the extra one
Which gave them the vict’ries four
Chorus
For it’s hip, hip
Hurrah for the Red Sox
They’re the candy Kids today
And the N.Y. Giants had to tip their hats
When Boston came t heir way
“Jake” Stahl, “Heinie” Wagner, Larry Gardner and the rest
Had to dig, dig, dig and delve
But as sure as the sun sets in the West
They’re the champions of Nineteen Twelve
William D. Hurley (words), Genevieve Scott (music)
Who's Gonna Win The Pennant This Year?
Refrain
Who’s gonna win the pennant this year?
That’s what we all want to know
Which is the team that’ll take the flag?
Which is the team they won’t stop?
I’m a baseball fan, a (“red hot”) fan
It’s a subject I never can drop
Who’s gonna win the pennant this year?
Who’s gonna come out on top?
V1
D’ ya think that the Giants or Cubs ‘ll come through
And what d’ ya figure the Dodgers ‘ll do
They tell me the Cardinals look pretty hot
What chance d’ ya think that the Phillies have got?
Those Pirates from Pittsburgh have never been tougher
The Braves up in Boston have never been rougher
And Cincinnati may make them all suffer
This thing has ev’ry one beat
V2
Oh the Browns and the Tigers can do it I hear
The White Sox may play in the series this year
The A’s and the Indians are right on the ball
They tell me the Yankees may take it this fall
Those Senators really look great when they’re linked up
You never can tell where the Red Sox’ll wind up
They all look good and I can’t make my mind p
So once again I’ll repeat
Winnie E. Hodge
Wanna Go To The Baseball Game
Chorus
I wanna go out to the baseball game
I wanna sit right next to my old flame
I wanna get a seat away up high
I wanna hear ‘em crack a high ball fly
I wanna see the catcher strut his stuff
I wamma watch the pitcher run his bluff
I wanna chew my nails till it’s a shame
I wamma go out to the baseball game
I wanna hear the band play tututu
I wanna hear the fans cry boo! Boo! Boo!
And hear a heckler yell “aw phooey on you”!
I wanna hear the umpire say “you’re out:
And see the losers as they crowd about
I wanna hear the winners cheer and shout
It’s such a thrill to watch a stolen base and see the look upon the baseman’s face
It’s sure a lot of fun and that’s my aim
I wanna go out to the baseball game
Winnie E. Hodge
Van Lingo Mungo
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Stars of the National Game
V1
If I’m somewhat hanky panky
O’er a game that’s strickly Yankee
When I have explained myself
You’ll blame me not at all
We as barefoot kids have played it
And the fact should be paraded
There is nothing in it
With our own baseball
I’m as dippy and as daffy
As a daffodil in May
When the heroes of the Diamond
Come upon the field to play
V2
In the Giants from Manhattan
In the Cubs as smooth as satin
In the Pirates, Boston Doves, or Cincinnati Reds
In the Brooklyn bunch of Willies
In the Tigers or the Phillies
There you’ll find the lads to turn our silly heads
The American or National
Both leagues are all the same
It is not the leagues we root for
It’s the boys who play the game
Chorus
Then it’s hats off to Old Mike Donlin
To Wagner, Lajoie and Cobb
Don’t forget Hal Chase and foxy Mister Chance
Who are always on the job
Good old Cy Young we root for
And fielder Jones the same
And we hold first place in our Yankee hearts, for the Stars of the National Game
James O'Dea (words), Anna Caldwell (music)
Hurray For Our Base Ball Team
V1
Where’s the crowd all going,
Ev’ry one so glad
Ev’ry body’s happy
Can’t find one that’s sad
Street cars they’re all crowded
Shouting (local town) name
Oh! I know just where they’ll go
Street car signs they tell me so
Direct to the Base Ball Game
The girls all say
We’ll win today
Oh do you think we’ll win
(Spoken) Why Sure!
V2
Hear the bands all playing,
Fans they yell and cheer
With that kind of rooting
We’ll bring that pennant here
Umpire yells now play ball
Batters all in line
Then you’ll hear the crowd all shout,
Now old boy go hit it out
Show that you’re a star and shine
No wonder eh
The girls all say
That will win the game today
V3
Cleveland stands by Larry,
Pittsburgh by Wagner
New York Roots for Muggsy
In Boston Lake brings cheers
Jennings leads the Tigers
In Washington Dear Joe
There’s Brooklyn and there’s Phillies too,
Rube Wadell for old St. Loo,
To Cincinnati Griffith’s true
Then comes old Chi
But you and I
We’ll root for (local town) that’s no lie
Hurray
Chorus
Oh it’s the Base Ball Base Ball game
That sets the nations hear a flame
Take your girlie along and root, root, good and strong
We’ll win and that’s no dream
If you’re a real live Base Ball Fan
And love the best game in the land
Then root and yell and cheer, so we’ll get that pennant here
Hurray for our Base Ball Team
Fred C. Roegge (words), Berte C. Randall (music)
Play Ball
Hector Marchese
Ripp-Ripp-Ripp, Zipp-Zipp-Zipp, Cardinals Won the Championship
V1
Last spring we heard some ball fans brag
That the Cards had no chance for the flag
But they cantered along at a merry old gait
And always near top for a rally did wait
When the time came a long came the Braves
Like a good ship gliding o’er the waves
Down Cincinnati, Never did stop,
While the Cards they merrily skipped to the top
V2
The last game played with the Yankee crew
Made that Yankee Ruth feel blue!
In the seventh (typed out eighth, crossed out) inning when the sacks were all full
And Alexander mad as a roaring bull
Came in to pitch, how the fans did shout
When the old scout struck Lazzerri out
Rip! Rip! Rip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
For the Cardinals won the Championship
V3
Rugh got first by the Umpire’s slip
Tried to steal second by the same old trick
But O’Farrell’s great arm threw him out, I vow
Wasn’t that throw the cat’s meow?
That settled all; the last ball hurled
Made the Cards Champs of all the World,
Rip! Rip! Rip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
For the Cardinals won the Championship
V4
Hornsby inspired the whole Card team,
For thirty-eight years we’ve had that dream
And when we got that new short stop,
Who seldom let that baseball drop,
All the Card team are first-class men
I believe they’ll win that flag again!
Rip! Rip! Rip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
For the Cardinals won the Championship
Chorus
Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!
Pardal Cheer, Boys! Cheer, Boys!
For the Cards!
Rip! Rip! Rip! Zip! Zip! Zip!
For the Cardinals won the Championship
Samuel Kohn
March of the Cardinals
Rather brightly
O’er the railroad tracks
O’er the railroad tracks
Come the Gas House fellows
H’er the railroad tracks
In the railroad hacks
In the railroad hacks
Like the Barnum Show and all the circus acts
Hear the bleachers wildly scream
What a team! What a team!
Like the knights of old they seem
They’re the fighting Cardinal team
They’re from Missouri and t hey fight with a fury
For they’ve got that rattling battling spirit
They’re out to win it
If they don’t get to win it you can bet they’ll come goldarn near it
See the clouds,
They’re clearing
Hear the crowds
They’re cheering
Here they come
They’re nearing
Here they are, appearing
While the bands are playing
All the fans are swaying
Right with the rhythm
For the fever is with ‘em
When the Card’nals come to town
V1
Here they come in their overalls that gas house gang of renown
Here they come with their bats and balls
Just look at ‘em swaggering
Look at ‘em swaggering
Isn’t it staggering to hear that cheering!
Here they come with their bags and packs
They’re John !. Fans wildest dream
Here they come o’er the railroad tracks that powerful, plucky that happy go lucky
That colorful Cardinal Team
V2
Lift your lids to the Card’nal stars to Frankie Frisch and his crew
All the kids and their Ma’s and Pa’s
Are cheering ‘em cheering ‘em
Some of them jeering ‘em
All of them steering ‘em on to vict’ry with their pluck and their mad slam bang
They’re baseball’s cream de la cream.
Here’s good luck to the Gas House gang the pride of Saint Looey they’ll never go blooey
That colorful Cardinal Team
Ending
To the umpire, to the umpire
See ‘em rally ‘round him and rave
They are childlike, but they’re wildlike over some decision he gave
Hear ‘em rave, hear ‘em rave, hear ‘em rave
George M. Cohan
Pirate Pennant Salute
Husky Hans
Three cheers for “Husky Hans”
So modest in his way
Yet “He’s the star, they say by far, of ev’ry game they play”
Then praise him long and loud when ‘er he strikes the ball
Four we all know where ‘er they go, our Hans is champion of them all
Wm. J. Hartz
The Song of the Loyal Giant Rooters
V1
What’s all the whoopee for?
You hear from shore to shore
The New York Giants
Let’s lead one from the floor,
For godo old John McGraw
And his New York Giants
Chorus
We’re Loyal Giant Rooters
Loyal to the core
We want the word to know
That we’re rootin’ for the Giants and John McGraw
We’ll stick together,
We’ll see it through
1) We’re goin’ to Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight a good fight
Fight for the New York Giants
2) We’re goin’ to Yell! Yell! Yell! Yell
Yell just like hell
Yell for the New York Giants
Dr. Charles B. Mandelbaum
The Days at Fair Bucknell
“College Song Dedicated to the Memory of Christy Mathewson”
V1
We sing the days at fair Bucknell,
The merry chase for “Cap and Gown”
With band, parade, and College bell,
To liven up the town
Brave dauntless days, so fleet awing
Bright sunny days, of these we sing
V2
We sing the “Sem,” the fairy dell
Where Cupid careless twangs his bow,
And flings his darts, where coeds dwell
The fairest girls we know,
With them betimes we climb the “Hill,”
And face the recitation grill
V3
Let other sing in praises high
Their supermen and what they’ve done,
We’ll lift our voices to the sky
And sing of Mathewson
We’ll sing the way he played the game,
‘Twas clean and square,
We’ll do the same
Refrain
All hail (all hail) to thee (to thee)
O Alma Mater mine
No groves so green no sky so blue as thine
All hail (all hail) to thee (to thee)
O Alma Mater true
Unstained shall fly the Orange and the Blue
W.C. Bartol (words), Isaac E. Norris (music)
Our Milwaukee Braves Polka
Let's Get A Hit (For Ol' LA)
It's a Beautiful Day for a Ball Game
<iframe src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6H0DFEKaR0c" frameborder="0" width="420" height="315"></iframe> Let’s go, batter up, we’re takin’ the afternoon off Refrain It’s a beautiful day for a ball game, for a ball game today 1) The fans are out to get a ticket or two from Walla Walla, Washington to Kalamazoo It’s a beautiful day for the home run but even a triple’s okay 2) If you and I are out of dollars and cents, well we can always share a little hole in the fence It’s a beautiful day for the ladies so throw all your dishes away Both :We’re gonna cheer and boo and raise a hullabaloo at the ball game today Batter up! Strike one! Hey, the game has just begun and the home team’s out to win There he swings! Strike two! At the pitcher’s dipsydoo Boy that fast ball popped right in! This is it! Strike three! Fans are tearin’ up the chairs, but what the heck who cares! Ending- at the ball game today
Ruth Roberts, William Katz, Gene Piller, Harry Simeone
Watch the Cubs Play Ball
O happy day the Cubs will play at good old Wrigley Field
We’ll all be ther ein the nice fresh air and watch the Cubs play ball
We all are gay on this great day at good old Wrigley Field
We cast away all toil and care, and watch the Cubs play ball
Harry A. Magill, Sr.
Hurrah For the Cubs
V1
When you want to see a baseball game
Just remember Mister Wrigley’s name
He’s got a team that’s sure got steam
The Chicago Cubs I mean
When you’ve seen Hack Wilson make a hit
And the other lads all do their bit
You’ll say it’s the cream,
A team that’s clean,
The Chicago Cubs, I mean
V2
If you’re any kind of baseball fan
And you want to see a game, you can
For there’s a team that’s sure got steam
The Chicago Cbs I mean
These boys sre put pep into the game
And their reputation’s one of fame
They’re fair and they’re square, The best, “And where?”
The Chicago Cubs, I mean
Chorus
Hurrah, Hurrah for the Cubs
Root today for the Cubs
When the other team starts getting rough
Watch Cuyler and Hornsby do their stuff
Hurrah, Hurrah for the Cubs
Root today for the Cubs
It’s the peppiest team you’ve ever seen
Hurrah Hurrah for the Cubs
Betty Douglas (words), Burrell Van Burren (music)
Between You And Me
V1
Two lovers stroll together, two lovers hand in hand,
Both make a play and steal away down to the moonlit strands
He has the same old story, he makes it sound so new
Then in her ear, he whispers, dear,
I’ve something to say to you
V2
Both eye the moon lit path way, that steals a cross the sea,
She sighs and sighs and then replies “That isn’t one, two, three”
For there’s a sil’vry streamlet, that winds across the lea?
Life’s flowing tide, where side by side, we glide to eternity
Chorus
Between you and me, can’t you see
What a beautiful like this will be
For you know that you loved by somebody your love,
And it’s nobody else but me
Between you and me, you’ll agree
We’re not children in love’s A.B.C.
Just a touch of the hand, and we both understand
There’s no secret between you and me
Johnny Evers, Joe B. Tinker
Why Do They All Pick on Brooklyn?
V
Just across the bridge from New York City
There’s a great big village quaint and pretty
It’s where that famous tree grows
And the home of many heroes
Why, there’s not a finer place on earth
And so I’d like to know
(Please tell me)
Refrain
Why do they all pick on Brooklyn?
The cradle of my childhood days
Just like the well known tree, it always sheltered me
And now I shall protect her ev’ry bough (her ev’ry bough)
Say what you will of me, bt not of Brooklyn
Speak softly of her name like in a pray’r (like in a pray’r)
God bless her!
Why do they all pick on Brooklyn (I’d like to know)
To me it’s heaven ‘cause the Dodgers came from there!
Lanny and Ginger