A Series Once Again
With apologies to Thomas Osbourne Davis, I give you "A Series Once Again," to the tune of his "A Nation Once Again:"
I really should be working…
When boyhood's fire was in my blood, I read of ancient Red Sox, Of Pudge and Yaz who got the runs, and Cy Young who'd deny them; And there I prayed I yet might see Our long dark waiting end, And Boston, long in drought, shall win A series once again! A series once again A series once again And Boston long in drought shall win A series once again And from that time, through wildest woe, That hope has shone a far light, Nor could love's brightest summer glow Outshine that Citgo starlight; It seemed to watch above my head In Fenway, T, and fane, Its angel voice sang round my bed, A series once again! So as I grew from boy to man I watched and prayed and waited My pint glass full of several beers I drank, refilled, and drained them For thus I hoped some day to aid Oh, can such hope be vain? When my dear ball team dominates A series once again!