Текст песни Misc Traditional - Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Take Me Out To The Ball Game, 
Original 1908 lyrics by Jack Norworth, 
Music by Albert Von Tilzer 
Public Domain

I had been trying to find a complete version of this on the web, but was unable to find more than the chorus.
I play an Autoharp, but the music I've found here for guitar has been immediately playable, it should be easy
for guitar.  The verses have the same (but fewer) chords as the chorus, so you should have no problem.

Note: This song is in 3/4 (Waltz) time.  It was originally played in dance halls, the first known time of it
being played at a baseball game was not until 1934.  It is also interesting to not that when it was written,
neither Mr. Norworth nor Mr. Von Tilzer had ever actually seen a baseball game.

Concerning the 4th line -
"Sou" was a slang term at the time and it meant penny.  One version of this song that had been played recently
the fourth line was replaced with "Every cent, Katie spent."  It has the same meaning.

3/4 (Waltz) time

Katie Casey was baseball mad,
Had the fever and had it bad.
Just to root for the home town crew,
Ev'ry sou, Katie blew.

On a Saturday her young beau
Called to see if she'd like to go
To see a show, but Miss Kate said "No,
I'll tell you what you can do:"

Take me out to the ball game.   
Take me out with the crowd.     
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack.   
I don't care if I never get back, let me        
root, root, root for the home team. If
they don't win, it's a shame. For it's
one, two, three strikes, you're out at the
old ball game.

Katie Casey saw all the games,
Knew the players by their first names.
Told the umpire he was wrong,
All along, good and strong.

When the score was just two to two,
Katie Casey knew what to do,
Just to cheer up the boys she knew,
She made the gang sing this song:

Take me out to the ball game.   
Take me out with the crowd.     
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack.   
I don't care if I never get back, let me        
root, root, root for the home team. If
they don't win, it's a shame. For it's
one, two, three strikes, you're out at the
old ball game.

Old music will never die in the hearts of those who love it!
Transcribed by Autoharp Bill