The crack of the bat,
The flight of the ball,
Just one more catch,
We’ll finally win it all.

Start in, no, go back,
Leap up, oh, stretch out,
Over head, off the wall,
Victory’s now in doubt.

Momentum having shifted,
Ranger faithful shed a tear,
As again our title hopes,
Look to wait another year.

We’ve still no final glory,
Stopped short now in two,
Alas a long winter aching,
Then hope will spring anew.