Many happy returns of the Spring, bouncing Brassey,
I hope Fortune gives you no cause to complain,
That you’re right as a trivet, determined and saucy,
And ready for mischief with Bendy again.
May I never again take a sip of blue ruin
If I love to see fair English fighting take wing;
’Tis time for the “big ’uns” to up and be doing,
For bantam cocks only show now in the Ring.
Then again for the laurel crown let us be tugging,
May fair play be always our motto and plan!