• Author: B-6171
• Editor: B-6591
• Newspaper: The Umpire volume 2
• Page Number:
• Date: 7 9 1913
• Tags:
• poetry
• racist
• minstrelsy

WHATSA DA NAME Hey! Joe, dis is onea ea greata da pris, We gotta da Ward, who knowa da biz, He is whata you call, da basea ball fan, And he is pretty gooda, to evera onea man. You betcha da life, I gona tell; Howa da Ward letta the boys gonea outa da cell, Onea timea da weeka we gonea out; Every timea a bigga da crowd. We gonea out to seea da gamiea, all right, And nobody makea da troub, or da fight, So justa be gooda fellow, It'sa nocosta da cent; | To justa showa you tank, Mr. Boba Mc. Kent. Mistaire Edit :— Please no takea da fit, When disa foolish piecea you git, You please givada name, cause I dono whata to call, But I justa craze abouta Basea-Ball. —B 6171