It was nineteen sixty nine
When he joined the team -
Just one of nine

His value soon became quite clear.
He played it hard;
Rookie of the year.

It was nineteen seventy six.
They made him captain,
MVP on first pick.

That Series, what could have been.
He came to play.
He played to win.

It was nineteen seventy seven.
He led post season play
Winning seven of eleven.
The World Championship,
they did claim.

He dug in and fought.
He played in pain.
It was nineteen seventy eight.
He played a game.
Oh, how he made it great.

A Yankee, all his career.
He was their heart.
Today, we shed a tear.


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