IV.
Then first stept out great Heenan,
Unmatch'd for breadth and length;
And in his chest it might be guess'd,
He had unpleasant strength.
And to him went the Sayers
That look'd both small and thin,
But well each practised eye could read
The Lion and the Bull-dog breed,—
And from each fearless stander-by
Arose that genuine British cry,
"Go in, my boy,—and win!"