Dauntless as honest, with unequalled game
He dar’d defeat, and fought his way to fame;
And burning still with pugilistic fire,
Prov’d Young Dutch Sam was worthy of his sire,
Made of the same unyielding sort of stuff,
Ready at all times for the scratch and rough,
Delighting in the Ring at contest tough,
And proudly scorning to sing out, “Enough!”
Ah! what avails it that in many a mill,
With pluck unflinching he was conqueror still;