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Ernest Thayer - Oh! somewhere in this favored land the...

Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has "struck out." (Ernest Thayer)

Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light, And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children shout; But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has "struck out."

Ernest Thayer

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