I took my girl to the base ball ground upon a summer's day
For she was anxious just to see the game the Phillies play
We took our seats upon the stand and heard the umpire squall
With voice that all could understand come now my boys play ball
Play ball play ball the umpire cried play ball and don't get gay
For thousands here are wond'ring at
The game the Phillies play
Now Sullivan is at the bat the ball is flying high.
Poor Sully makes and holds the first.
But the pitcher holds the fly
Then Thompson swings the stick around
They're just the balls he likes
But drops it when the umpire yells
Your out old man on strikes
Now Boyle was boiling o'er with rage
And Cross as cross could be,
McGill was pitching into Del,
No Homer could they see.
When Turner tried to turn around
To make a brilliant stop,
He smiled at Reilly getting riled,
And let the base ball drop.
The game is done, we've had our fun
But not our moneys worth,
We fail to see the Phillies are
The greatest team on earth.
The day was hot, the game was not,
It couldn't be more tame,
And as we leave the festive scene
We hear a voice exclaim: