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To The Detroit Baseball Club Post by :jcoon2 Category :Poems Author :Eugene Field Date :November 2011 Read :1779

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To The Detroit Baseball Club

You've scooped the vealy city crowd
Of glory and of purse--
Why shouldn't Pegasus be proud
To trot you out in a verse?
Chicago hoped to wallop you
By a tremendous score,
But bit off more than it could chew,
As witness: "5 to 4."

Well done, you 'Ganders! here's a hand
To every one of you;
These record-breakers of the land
Now break themselves in two.
Well get their pennant--it shall float
Upon our distant shore,
So let each patriotic throat
Hurrah for "5 to 4."





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Eugene Field's poem: To The Detroit Baseball Club

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