Finnegan, the Umpire

A baseball song from 1890
Words and music by Monroe H. Rosenfeld


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by Denese Coulbeck:


Lyrics

  1. Michael Finnegan one day
    When the boys began to play
    Was dressed as fine as any duke or lord
    He wore a new silk hat
    And an elegant cravat
    And he swung his bat just like a marshal’s sword
    ‘Twas O’Maraon first base, he had just began to chase
    When the short-stop sent the ball in with a howl
    But ’twas such a splendid curve
    That Fin’gan lost his nerve
    And before he caught his breath
    He yelled out, “Foul”

Chorus:
One strike, two strikes
The third one knocked him out
“You’re off your base, go hide your face”
The gang began to shout
They lit his whiskers with a match
And set his beard a fire
Sure they nearly murdered
Finnegan the Umpire

  1. Then Duffy took the bat
    And he knew what he was at
    He sent a daisy-cutter whizzing by
    And intent to see the play
    Fin’gan got into the way
    And it landed in the middle of his eye
    Then for “judgement” someone called
    And a dozen ’round him bawled
    “Let’s tie his bloomin’ whiskers to his hair”
    And his heart began to quake
    And his knees began to shake
    And to satisfied the gang
    He yelled out, “Fair”
  2. In the melee that occurred
    Fin’gan couldn’t say a word
    Tho’ he tried to smile a sickly giggle when
    From the bat in center field
    A ball his nozzle peeled
    And struck him squarely in the abdomen
    Yet they saw he wasn’t dead
    So they stood him on his head
    And for his whiskers quick they made a dive
    When with one accord the crowd
    Shouted out in glee aloud
    “Oh! hurry up and roast the Mick alive”
  3. When he got in town that night
    Mickey was an awful sight
    He looked as if he’d struck a train of cars
    And his tall and shiny hat
    looked just like a baseball bat
    And his whiskers dangled like a flag of stars
    Now he never reads the score
    To the “diamond” goes no more
    Mention “umpire” if you want to hear him growl
    T’other day he said to me
    “Why, they’ll slaughter you,” says he
    “No matter if you sing out Fair or Foul”

Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: