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“Play ball”—across the field of green

The signal sounds the game again;

Once more there reels across the scene

The shout and wild acclaim again;

The game is on, the fight begun,

Across the line of battle’s span

Until the final score is spun

With every record of the clan.

“Play ball”—the reveille has rolled

The bugle call to play again;

Once more beneath the banner’s fold

They troop across the way again;

The game is on, and in the fray

The tumult and the cheering sweep

Across the battle line of play

Until the twilight shadows creep.

“Play ball”—the slogan of the game

Of life, of war, of love or hate;

For rank or wealth, for name or fame

The player stands against the plate;

The game is on, and in the strife

Where Fate, the pitcher, speeds the ball

The player plays the game of life

Until the final shadows fall.