Whack for the fogle and Jack Langan’s spree!
“Oh! ’tis a colour that ne’er shall grow whiter,
The blues and the yellows may flaunt it amain,
But the black flag that waves for the Paddy Bull fighter,
If torn a small bit shall not nourish a stain,
Hudson may puff away,
Sampson may blarney gay,
Still ’tis no Gaza to yield to his blow;
Shelton may shake a fist,
Ward he may try a twist,