A popular song from 1910.
Words by Harry Breen.
Music by Albert Von Tilzer.
Sheet music provided by Nicholas Leunissen:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- Now, Mamie McShane loved a good base ball game
And each year she’d wait for them to start
Her father and mother, her sister and brother
They knew all the players by heart
She’d drop her crocheting to find out who’s playing
When they went away in the Spring
When Freddie said smilin’, let’s go to the Island
She’d put on her bonnet and sing
Chorus
Back, back, back to the bleachers for mine, for mine
Back, back, back where the rooters root all the time
I want to sit where the crowd comes in
I want to root for our team to win
So it’s back, back, back to the bleachers for mine, mine, mine
- Her sweetheart said, girlie, let’s get married early
If you’ll be my bride in July
I’ll take you to all games wherever there’s ball games
But Mamie she just winked her eye
She blushed and said, Freddie, whenever you’re ready
I’d even get married in June
If you will not shake me, but promise to take me
When we go on our honeymoon
Sung here by Vancha March: