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Until they booted the ball about. |
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He whooped and he clamored all over the lot, |
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Till the score was tied in a Gordian knot.<ref>{{user annotation|note=In Greek legend, the [[w:Gordian Knot|Gordian Knot]] was an elaborate knot, which according to prophesy would be unraveled by one destined to rule Asia. So complex was the knot, that none who attempted to untie it succeeded. After arriving at [[w:Gordium|Gordium]] in 333 BC, [[w:Alexander the Great|Alexander the Great]] struggled to loosen it. Reasoning that it was unimportant ''how'' the knot was unraveled, he cut through it with his sword.}}</ref> |
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Now, in this part of the "Dope Recooked" |
Now, in this part of the "Dope Recooked" |
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Are the facts which history overlooked— |
Are the facts which history overlooked— |
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How Paul Revere came to bat that night |
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Kept traveling on, with the speed of a bird, |
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Till he whizzed like a meteor, rounding third. |
Till he whizzed like a meteor, rounding third. |
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"Hold back, you lobster!" |
"Hold back, you lobster!" but all in vain |
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The coachers shouted in tones of pain; |
The coachers shouted in tones of pain; |
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Latest revision as of 01:30, 21 June 2024
THE SLIDE OF PAUL REVERE.
What means that cry of a man dead sore?
"Am I too late? Say, what's the score?"
And echo answered both far and near,
As the rooters shouted: "There's Paul Revere!"
"Am I too late? Say, what's the score?"
And echo answered both far and near,
As the rooters shouted: "There's Paul Revere!"
O how sweetly that moon did shine
When P. Revere took the coaching line!
He woke up the grandstand from its trance
And made the bleachers get up and dance;
He joshed the British with robust shout
Until they booted the ball about.
He whooped and he clamored all over the lot,
Till the score was tied in a Gordian knot.
When P. Revere took the coaching line!
He woke up the grandstand from its trance
And made the bleachers get up and dance;
He joshed the British with robust shout
Until they booted the ball about.
He whooped and he clamored all over the lot,
Till the score was tied in a Gordian knot.
Now, in this part of the "Dope Recooked"
Are the facts which history overlooked—
How Paul Revere came to bat that night
And suddenly ended the long-drawn fight;
How he singled to center, and then straightaway
Dashed on to second like Harry Bay;
Kept traveling on, with the speed of a bird,
Till he whizzed like a meteor, rounding third.
"Hold back, you lobster!" but all in vain
The coachers shouted in tones of pain;
For Paul kept on with a swinging stride,
And he hit the ground when they hollered: "Slide!"
Are the facts which history overlooked—
How Paul Revere came to bat that night
And suddenly ended the long-drawn fight;
How he singled to center, and then straightaway
Dashed on to second like Harry Bay;
Kept traveling on, with the speed of a bird,
Till he whizzed like a meteor, rounding third.
"Hold back, you lobster!" but all in vain
The coachers shouted in tones of pain;
For Paul kept on with a swinging stride,
And he hit the ground when they hollered: "Slide!"
Spectacular plays may come and go
In the hurry of Time's swift ebb and flow;
But never again will there be one
Like the first American "hit and run."
And as long as the old game lasts you'll hear
Of the midnight slide of P. Revere.
In the hurry of Time's swift ebb and flow;
But never again will there be one
Like the first American "hit and run."
And as long as the old game lasts you'll hear
Of the midnight slide of P. Revere.
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