That I shrewdly suspect you of bouncing and bragging.
When a challenge you gave, and defiance was hurl’d
To any professor of fives in the world,
Of course I consider’d that nothing was wrong,
Tho’ I fancied you com’d it a trifle too strong.
I knew you were brave, and as strong as a horse,
And remembered your sending poor Simon to dorse;
And you told us how Yankees all quak’d at your name,
And “guessed” they ne’er witnessed such bottom and game.
You swore as Jem Ward had retir’d on the shelf,