American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 Ogrady At The Game

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 34

O'GRADY AT THE GAME.
Copyright, 1891, by Chas. W. Held.
Words and Music by Geo. C. Edwards.

A friend of mine, O'Grady, came from far across the sea;
For base-ball be was crazy, so he went one day with me;
And when we reached the base-ball grounds, he felt so very gay;
He said he'd "paint the town bright red if he could have his way! "
We paid our money, in we went, and on the benches sat.
The players filed out on the field, O'Grady waved his hat;
The game began, and Mullin he ran in to catch a "fly ";
He didn't catch It in his hands, but caught it in his eye.

Chorus.
Mulligan he played centre-field, and played it to a charm;
And old Pat Reilly, short-stop, he forgot his old glass arm;
Finnegan played at third-base, and the "bleachers "kept on bawling,
We're far ahead, "play ball," they kept a-calling.

'Twas in the seventh inning, and the game it was a tie;
O'Grady had ten dollars bet, and felt as if he'd die;
Then Mulligan came to the bat, which made O'Grady howl;
His "fly "went in a chicken-coop, the umpire whispered" foul!"
The players then came from the field, the umpire got it rough.
O'Grady stood up like a man, and gave him lots of "guff ";
And when the game came to an end the score stood ten to three,
And then O'Grady, Mac and I went off upon a spree.-Chorus.

We went down to Mike Murphy's, and began on lager-beer;
In less time than I tell it, we were feeling mighty queer.
Mac turned on poor O'Grady, and he threw him in the sink;
He thought he was a "Fasset," or the famous missing link;
'Twas bad for poor O'Grady, sure, the day he saw that game.
His clothes they were in tatters, and his arms and legs were lame;
He swore at me in English, and he cursed the game in French,
And not until next season will you see him on the bench.

Chorus.
Mulligan he played centre-field, and played it to a charm;
And old Pat Reilly, short-stop, he forgot his old glass arm;
Finnegan played at third base, with his month forever yawning;
But what a sight O'Grady was next morning.