Author Topic: THE BATTING HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC: Nationals Marching Song  (Read 585 times)

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Offline esoteric

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A marching song for our Nats to fire them up on the journey down to rebel territory in Atlanta!

(with apologies to Julia Ward Howe)

The Batting Hymn of the Republic:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Nats:
Preston's running down the pop-ups (though he keeps on losing hats);
The GUUUZ was struck by lightning - no more terrible at-bats!
The Nats are marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The Nats are marching on.

Armas hits the showers in the second with a cyst
Vidro's now strained muscles that don't technically exist.
Wilk can't feel his forearms (and, LOOK OUT - Guillen's pissed!)
But the Nats go limping on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The Nats are limping on!

Our batting coach is blind and hit a lifetime .246;
Johnson's bones are brittler than a box of wood matchsticks;
Esteban never gets support - do they haze him just for kicks?
But still they're marching on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The Nats are marching on!

Patterson will line 'em up and make 'em walk the plank
It's usually enough despite lame managing by Frank.
He'll yank him for a sac bunt even if he throws a blank;
But Johnny soldiers on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The Nats they soldier on!

Livan will give the longball up and then go 3-for-3,
With a hot-dog loving waistline and an aching, wobbly knee.
So if he shambles down to first, let's bring him home and free;
He does it more than most!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Those Nats are marching on.

Schneider sounds the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the basestealers crouched in his Judgment seat;
Be swift, you petty criminals! He'll gun you down by feet;
You shan't be marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! The Nats are marching on!

They are coming like the glory of the morning on the waves,
Their bullpen slays the mighty, Chief brings fear unto the Braves;
The Phailers are our footstools, and the Mutts our canine slaves,
The Nats are marching on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our Nats are marching on!

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GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NATS! BEAT THE EAST!  FIGHT FUTILITY!

Offline Kenz aFan

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LOL me thinks someone has too much time on their hands

Offline esoteric

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Quote from: "Kenz aFan"
LOL me thinks someone has too much time on their hands


Eh.  Took me 30 minutes last night.  I've sorta got a knack for stupid song parodies.

Offline The Chief

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I found it amusing