Who is William F. Kirk

William Frederick Kirk (April 29, 1877 – March 25, 1927) was an American baseball writer, columnist, humorist, poet and songwriter.

Biography

Born in Mankato, Minnesota, Kirk spent most of his childhood in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. He graduated from high school there and began his career in journalism on a local paper. His humor column, "Fleeting Fancies", was a popular feature in the Chippewa Falls Herald and later in the Milwaukee Sentinel. It brought him to the attention of metropolitan dailies and was the name of his first book, published in 1904. Kirk's lyrics drew comparisons with those of other poets, whose work he sometimes parodied: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Eugene Field, and James Whitcomb Riley.A longtime newspaperman, Kirk got his start at press o...
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William F. Kirk Poems

  • Paul Revere
    Listen, Christina, and yu skol hear
    'Bout midnight ride of Paul Revere.
    Seventeen hundred seventy-five,
    Hardly a geezer ban now alive ...
  • Lucy Gray
    Ay s'pose yu know 'bout Lucy Gray
    Who used to play on moor,
    And having qvite gude time all day
    Beside her fader's door. ...
  • The Barefoot Boy
    Blessings on yu, little man!
    Barefoot boy, ay tenk yu can
    Getting all yu lak, by yee!
    Yu ban gude enuff for me. ...
  • Peek-a-boo
    "Peek-a-boo!" say little Olaf.
    "Yu can't find me. Ay ban hid."
    Den ay used to look all over
    For my little blue-eyed kid. ...
  • Mortality
    Vat for should dis spirit of mortal ban proud?
    Man valk round a minute, and talk purty loud;
    Den doctor ban coming, and say, "Ay can't save."
    And man have to tak running yump into grave. ...
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