那天’’’馬’維裏’賽’不妙’
比分’’’比’’’剩’局見分曉’
’見’尼’巴勒第’場’’’’局’
資’’個個’’’’’’心驚肉跳’’’’’’離’’剩’’’衆’有散’
’們心中’續’耀著永’不滅’’望’
’’心裏’’“’’凱’’場’’辦’”
凱’’’場’’們’’把賭’’’’’
’’弗’’’’’布萊’’’緊跟著’
弗’體’’布’’布萊’原’’’’’
場’’衆’掃興’不見’’’把話說’
’’凱’’場擊’’機’’’’不’’
’見弗’“’’’”’絕’驚’’’
布萊’雖’不’眼’“掃除障礙”’不錯’
’見塵’飛揚’’隊Ⅸ個個都’不’’
布萊’’’’’’’弗’’’’’’’
’’’’’’’’’衆個個足蹈’手’’
’’’動’’’’’’隆隆’蕩’雲谷’
’’’動撼’壁’’’’’’徹’平’’
原’’’雄凱’’場’’’’’’’’
凱’’’’’場’穩穩當當’’’’
風’翩翩’’輕’凱’’’’’’’
’著’’走’’’’’’中’’棒’
’衆’中誰個不’’’凱’有’’’
凱’用手’’’’’隻眼睛緊’著’
凱’把手擦身’’五’’衆交’’’
投手扭身’’’’偏偏打’’’部’
凱’投’蔑視眼’’角’翹’譏讓’
投手’次把’’’劃’而’’’’’
’’’立’’’’凱’’等把’擊’
眼’’剛’身’’誰’’’’’’’
凱’說’“’不對’”裁’’說’“ ’’’’”
’’’’’’動’傳’’’’’’’
有’暴風’中’’擊打船尾遠方’’
“打’’’打’裁’”’’’面有’喊’
凱’’’不擡手’裁’’’’完’’
凱’’有菩薩心’滿面’’’’’’
爲’比賽不中’’’’’衆’平’’
’’投手示個’’棒’重’’飛’’
凱’’’’’棒’裁’’’’“’’’’”
“’’’”’衆’’’’“’’’”’音’’蕩’
凱’轉’輕蔑’’’衆不敢’’’’
’’見’’’肅’渾身’肉緊’’’
’’凱’’’’’絕不讓它’滑’’
凱’’’輕蔑’’’’’關緊緊’’
凱’’’’’棒’朝著本’’’’’
’見投手’’’’’著凱’扔’’’
’聽“啪”’’’’’棒’’飛’’’’
’’’’’賜福’國’’有個’方陽’普照’
那裏’’們’凱’’那裏’’們心情’’
那裏’’’喜’顔’那裏’’’’’’’
馬’維裏’’有’’’’雄凱’’’’局’’
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It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville
nine that day;
The score stood two to four, with but an inning
left to play.
So, when Cooney died at second, and Burrows
did the same,
A
pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of
the game.
A
straggling few got up to go, leaving there the
rest,
With that hope which springs eternal within
the human breast.
For they thought: "If only Casey could get a
whack at that,"
They'd put even money now, with Casey at the
bat.
But Flynn preceded Casey, and likewise so did
Blake,
And the former was a pudd'n, and the latter
was a fake,
So on that stricken multitude a deathlike
silence sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey's
getting to the bat.
But Flynn let drive a "single,' to the
wonderment of all.
And the much-despised Blakey "tore the cover
off the ball."
And when the dust had lifted, and they saw
what had occurred,
There was Blakey safe at second, and Flynn a-
huggin' third.
Then from the gladdened multitude went up a
joyous yell’
It rumbled in the mountaintops, it rattled in the
dell;
It struck up the hillside and rebounded on the
flat;
For Casey. mighty Casey, was advancing to the
bat.
There was ease in Casey's manner as he
stepped into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile
on Casey's face;
And when responding to the cheers he lightly
doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas
Casey at the bat.
Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed
his hands with dirt,
Five thousand tongues applauded when he
wiped them on his shirt;
Then when the writhing pitcher ground the
ball into his hip,
Defiance glanced in Casey's eye, a sneer curled
Casey's lip.
And now the leather-covered sphere came
hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty
grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded
sped;
"That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one,"
the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there
went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm waves on the
stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! kill the umpire!" shouted someone
on the stand;
And it's likely they'd have killed him had not
Casey raised his hand.
With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's
visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult, he made the game
go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the
spheroid flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said,
"Strike two."
"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and
the echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the
audience was awed;
They saw his face grow stern and cold. they
saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn't let the ball
go by again.
The sneer is gone from Casey's lips, his teeth
are clenched in hate,
He pounds with cruel vengeance his bat upon
the plate;
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he
lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of
Casey's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is
shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and
somewhere hearts are light;
And somewhere men are laughing, and
somewhere children shout,
But there is no joy in Mudville: Mighty Casey
has struck out. |