Team Song: We're A Base Ball Club From Texas To the tune of The Girl I Left Behind Me New lyrics by Wendel Dickason We're a base ball club from Texas, where We're proud of our traditions. So we play our game in Vintage Style, In its nineteenth century renditions. We play by Eighteen Sixty's rules for Sport, and not profession. And our old time base ball uniforms Complete our vintage impression. Our pitcher stands just fifteen yards Before the other's batter, And a swinging strike or fair ball are The only calls that matter. We've no called strikes or walks for balls. A foul's ignored in kind. A striker beaned won't draw a walk, Though the pitcher might get fined. We do not wear gloves or other gear Because they weren't invented, But the larger, softer base ball helps Keep injuries prevented. A high sky ball need not be caught As it falls t'ward the ground, Because a batted ball's called out If caught upon one bound. When a ball’s struck foul, it’s dead until It’s back in the hands of the pitcher, But the 'fair-foul' ball might poss’bly make A team a couple runs richer. The Umpire stands where 'ere he wants. The ball ground's his dominion. If he can't see a play, he's free To ask for others' opinion. So we thank you all for being here. We're happy that you came, And we hope you like to watch as much As we like playing the game. But we admit a second motive, If you couldn't tell: It's much more than a base ball game. It's a history lesson as well! **************************************** The accompanying audio was recorded by the Celtaire String Band. |