Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CARLISLE FOOTBALL SONG, by WILLIAM A. PHELON


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CARLISLE FOOTBALL SONG, by                    
First Line: Our fathers, heap long time ago
Last Line: Us maul each pale-faced sinner!
Subject(s): College Sports; Football; Singing & Singers


OUR fathers, heap long time ago,
Held all this land in fee—
They roved from Gulf to Hudson's Bay,
Romantic, fierce and free.
The white man took it all away,
And trimmed us to a frazzle,
Gave us the hook, the lemon sour,
And eke the razzle-dazzle.

(Chorus)
Four—nineteen—six, butt through the guard,
And see you squash his liver—
Nine—fifty—eight—their halfback's down—
Just see his frame a-quiver!
We cannot get the golden lands
Or win back independence,
But we can kick the gizzard out
Of Pilgrim folks' descendants!

Our ancestors were easy. They
Allowed the whites to chin them,
And then the wicked pale men turned
Upon the reds to skin them.
We have no homes to house us now,
Except small reservations,
But we can play the paleface youths,
And whack their cerebrations.

(Chorus)
King Philip's ghost is smiling as
We punch the white boy's nose off,
And Pontiac applauds when we
Right deftly break his toes off.
Six—fifteen—five—hit straight and hard,
And kick them in the dinner—
Tecumseh's shade is pleased to see
Us maul each pale-faced sinner!





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