Prepar’d for superior milling works
Without meddling traps in the shire of Berks:
Suppose the men in position plac’d.
With arms well up and with muscle brac’d,
Each champion seeming resolved to win,
For the love of glory, as well as tin!
But, ah! it is useless to recite
The details of this brief and no-go fight,
What pepper Nick dealt on the giant’s mug,
And how Caunt return’d with a Russian hug;