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.
8/2/79
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