In this land of fellow Pens and Familia ties.

Walking through time-honored corridors with fields of dirt and oak.

Tall pillared fences with gallantry and rally up-rise.

O the old ballpark, with game and comradery, relish under antiquity cloak.

Watching the Row bomb balls across Poe’s Court.

Across these fields green and Bayview Yard.

What a contest this is, this will of crucible war and sport!

All among the Pier’s watch and the Fisherman’s card.

All among this port town, Baltimore.

O what smiles the game brings and cherished players sought!

Through the sounds of the crowd and the runner’s score!

America’s pastime, with joy and applause fraught.  

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