Comment by themgt

> They'll bicker for some time, but in the end, they build. To Americans it looks like they don't but they do

  There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place;
  There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.
  And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
  No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat.

  The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate,
  He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate;
  And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
  And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

  Oh, somewhere in this favoured 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...