Accept the stars and strips.

Well boys wear all sorry We couldent give you no game. But you dident give us no good weather Rain rain rain.

I wisht I could of pitched a game here It would of gave me plesure but I guess the White Sox are all Of them glad it was rotten weather.

Well boys wear on our way home From the trip a round the world And soon we will be in america The Home of the U.S.A.