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Here's to the Snyders The champion deciders, A team of ball players that many clubs fear. We're the champions of Perry And that's why we're merry We beat every club in the county this year. There's Fatty the Catcher. No where is his match or His equal at plating for age in the State. The Bloomfielders reckoned His throwing to second Was as perfect and grand as his work at the plate. And Webster the Twiler. The champion ball hurler Can rattle his victims and put them to route. His pitching's a wonder And makes batters ponder As to how in the dickens they came to strike out. Our Shortstop is Pickett. And he is just the ticket To scoop up a grounder or pull down a fly. His throwing to bases Quite readily places His judgement unerring, his record on high. On First we have Ritter. And none there are fitter To captain a team and lead them to fame. He plays with ambition And then in addition He's as good a base stealer as goes in a game. And Tom is the dandy. To fill Second handy To cut off a runner who tries to steal down. He throws a bee liner His running is finer Than any other we have in the town. |
And Wesley defiant. Covers Third like a giant And no one throws harder or further you know. When swinging the willow The fields grow yellow And scatter far out as they can go. In Right Field is Vallie. For whom you can tally A putout whenever the ball comes his way. He made a good showing But now he is going And carries along our best wishes for aye. And Hen is in Center. Who plays with intent or desires to pull down long hits in his field. He watches with eager For good plays or meager And gets out of the game the best it will yield. In Left we have Noodle. And now bet your boodle When he takes willow and steps to the plate. For he is the Ritter Who always can hit her He won the last game by a three bagger gate. And Mike is a wonder To make batters ponder. His speed is terrific, his shoots are immense. He's an extra I'm saying, an extra at playing When he strikes out the batters, their disgust is intense. And an extra is Solly Who always is jolly. He plays Centerfield and he makes a good show. He's ready for duty And then here is the beauty We have nothing but Liverpool boys, don't you know? I must tell you at leisure Of Manager Frazier A veteran pitcher whose equals were few. But we're Champions of Perry And that's why we're merry Say, Bloomfield where are you, we are looking for you! |