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THE SONG OF THE BASE HIT.
The song I sing is the sweetest song
Or the saddest note to the waiting throng
That the world has known through the ages dim—
With keener lilt than a battle hymn,
For my refrain
Brings joy and pain,
Where lost hopes rise and fond hopes wane,
And in my path
Sweeps a city's wrath
Or a city's wild acclaim,
And the planet's [sic] ring
With the song I sing—
The song of a nation's game!
Or the saddest note to the waiting throng
That the world has known through the ages dim—
With keener lilt than a battle hymn,
For my refrain
Brings joy and pain,
Where lost hopes rise and fond hopes wane,
And in my path
Sweeps a city's wrath
Or a city's wild acclaim,
And the planet's [sic] ring
With the song I sing—
The song of a nation's game!
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