Ye Olde Gaem One Yankeaen Verse

Before thy vic'ty p'rades begin,

With Sterling'd tongue and Suzyn'd spin,

Be gone, olde curd! Ye shalt not sin!

One gaem doth not thy playoffs win!

Let no grand pride swell deep within

Thy supple breast, thy pinstripe'd skin,

Let nay among ye boast to Twin!

One gaem doth not thy playoffs win!

Do not thy winner’s hanky wave,

Scout not the Philly, G’int or Brave.

These brutish Twins we’ve yet to stave.

One gaem doth not Octobre save!