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Midlothian Team Song

But who owns that St. Andrews swing?
Just look-oh, I don't know!

Why, that belongs to old Pierre Tyng,
Who gets off at Buffalo.
CHORUS.

Oh, this is the great Midlothian team;
You all know who they are.

Of all the clubs they are the cream,
And wouldn't they give you a jar !
CHORUS.

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El Capitan

Dedicated to Capt. John Reynolds Morron of the Midlothian Team.

You see in him, my friends, a man of consummate tact and skill.

His inmost nature tends to work his opponents as he will.

See them shrinking as they're thinking

How they'll swallow the bitter pill.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Midlothian !
Behold El Capitan !

Gaze on his captivating smile,

Notice his total lack of guile.

Come, match him if you can!

He is the owner of a faultless style.

Just leave the match to him and he their prowess will quickly dim.

The game is as good as won when he is near to cheer us on.

His voice inspiring, our courage firing,
Resistless is our daring, dash, and vim.
Hurrah! Hurrah! Midlothian !
Behold El Capitan !

El Capitan

Gaze on his captivating smile,
Notice his total lack of guile.

Come, match him if you can!

He is the owner of a faultless style.

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What though we are outplayed and very hazy our chances seem,

From all disaster his generalship will soon redeem.
Just keep on trying, on him relying,
For he is the idol of the team.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Midlothian !
Behold El Capitan !

Gaze on his captivating smile,
Notice his total lack of guile.

Come, match him if you can!

He is the owner of a faultless style.

When the Cup Went Round

At the Dinner Given to Captain J. R. Morron by the Midlothian Team, November 9, 1900.

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Boon companion, comrade true,
Always jolly, never blue,

Full of cheer when full of drinks,
The Link that links us to the links.

FATHER THORNE:

Immortal George good Yankees all
The Father of his Country dub.
So we this George are proud to call
The Father of Midlothian Club.

OUR OWN WALLACE:

From care and trouble seeking solace
You'll find it with complacent Wallace:
There's but one thing that makes him sore
De Wolf is ever at his door.

"BERT" DANIELS:

When Julius Cæsar was a kid

They did n't call him Bert;
Or if they did they should be chid,
Or otherwise get hurt.

When the Cup Went Round

But how does Bert come from J. C.?

That question is a teaser;

But it's as plain as plain can be,
His name is Julius Cæsar.

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There's no mistaking from his looks
That here's a man that deals in books.
His days are spent in sorting rubbish
To find out something fit to publish.
Such waste of time is sheerest folly,
At golf he's such a hot tamale.

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To Wagner he makes his offering votive,
And his every act is a leading motive.
When out to the links his way he is winging,
The "Walhalla" motive so gayly he's singing.
But the one that we hear most frequently sung
Sounds strangely to us like "Götterdämmerung."

JIM STACK:

Across the fields I hear a cry;

The mocking echoes hurl it back;
Again it sounds, "Hi-yi! Hi-yi!”
And then I know it's old Jim Stack.

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