CLANCY WASN'T IN IT.
Copyright, 1890, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by B. H Janssen.
I'll ne'er forget the day I saw Pat Clancy playing ball,
The day was line, but very hot, the crowd was rather small;
Pat won the toss and took the bat, the other side went out:
And then the greatest game began that's been played hereabout;
As Clancy was an amateur, had never played a game,
he couldn't tell a "ball" from "strike," he thought them both the same;
He only played one inning and that one was with regret;
He went home on a stretcher And I haven't seen him yet.
Clancy wasn't In it from the very start;
He thought the game was easy, out it broke his heart;
He'll never play a game again, on that I'd like to bet;
The way they laid him out that day he won't forget.
He took the bat into his hand, the ball shot quickly by"Strike one," the umpire loudly cried, but Clancy said, "You lie!"
I never struck the ball at all, don't try those tricks on me;
I'll let you know just when I strike, send on the ball to me;
he stood there with uplifted bat, the ball came like a shot.
And struck Pat Clancy in the face, he fell down on the spot;
he lay like dead for quite a while, but just as he "came to"
And sadly asked the umpire, "I suppose that was strike two?"-Chorus.
At last he really struck the ball, and darted for the base;
He went so fast he tripped and fell, but reached it on his face.
Now, Clancy, when he hits the ball, you run and never stop;
And when you get near second-base, land on it with a flop!"
The ball was hit, and 'twas a foul, but Clancy didn't care;
He ran like mad and gave a jump, then sailed down through the air;
He knocked the baseman off his feet, they both fell in a heap;
And Clancy's clothes were all in rags, while he was "knocked to sleep." -Cho