Like a fine Old English Pugilist,
One of the olden time!
No plans of crossing robbery he ever deigned to hatch,
The honest backers to betray, or simple ones to catch;
But at a moment’s notice always ready for a match,
Whoever was the customer that dar’d him to the scratch,
Like a fine Old English Pugilist,
One of the olden time!
Whate’er his size, whate’er his weight, he didn’t care a pin,
The science of his challenger, or colour of his skin,