| Nelly Kelly love baseball games,
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| Knew the players, knew all their names,
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| You could see her there ev’ry day,
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| Shout «Hurray,» when they’d play.
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| Her boy friend by the name of Joe
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| Said, «To Coney Isle, dear, let’s go,»
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| Then Nelly started to fret and pout,
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| And to him I heard her shout.
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| «Take me out to the ball game,
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| Take me out with the crowd.
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| Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
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| I don’t care if I never get back,
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| Let me root, root, root for the home team,
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| If they don’t win it’s a shame.
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| For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
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| At the old ball game.»
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| Nelly Kelly was sure some fan,
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| She would root just like any man,
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| Told the umpire he was wrong,
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| All along, good and strong.
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| When the score was just two to two,
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| Nelly Kelly knew what to do,
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| Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
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| She made the gang sing this song.
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| «Take me out to the ball game,
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| Take me out with the crowd.
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| Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,
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| I don’t care if I never get back,
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| Let me root, root, root for the home team,
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| If they don’t win it’s a shame.
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| For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
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| At the old ball game.» |