  There never was a place so bad But one redeeming trait it had. Now Harlem is no good at all Save as a place for playing ball. But there the boys will run and play Their favorite game 'most every day. But, Reverend sir, 'twould foolish be To play, with your rheumatic knee. And, Deacon, do not try, I beg, To play the game with your game leg. |
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