Lide, Kelly, Slide - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LIDE, KELLY, SLIDE. Copyright, 1889, by Frank Harding. Words and Music by J. W. Kelly. 
I played a game of base-ball, I belong to Caseys nine, The crowd was feeling jolly, and the weather it was fine; A nobler lot of players I think were never found, When the omnibuses landed that day upon the ground. The game was quickly started, they sent me to the bat, I made two strikes, says Casey, "What are you striking at?" I made the third, the catcher muffed and to the ground it fell, I run .like a divil to first base, when the gang began to yell: 
Chorus. Slide, Kelly, slide, your running's a disgrace, Slide, Kelly, slide, stay there, hold your base; If some one doesn't steal you, and your batting doesn't fail you, They'll take you to Australia, slide, Kelly, slide. 
Twas in the second inning they called me in, I think, To take the catcher's place while he went to get a drink; But something was the matter, sure I couldn't see the ball, And the second one that came in broke my muzzle, nose and all. The crowd up in the grand stand they yelled with all their might; I ran towards the club house, I thought there was a tight; 'Twas the most unpleasant feeling I ever felt before, I knew they had me rattled when the gang began to roar:-Cho. 
They sent me out to centre-field, I didn't want to go, The way my nose was swelling up, I must have been a show; They said on me depended victory or defeat, If a "blind man was to look on us, he'd know that we were beat. Sixty-four to nothing was the score when we got done, And everybody there but me said they had lots of fun; The news got home ahead of me, they heard I was knocked out, The neighbors carried me in the house, and then began to shout:-Cho