Again each iron mauley swung,
And loud the counter-hitting rung,
Till breathless both, and wild with blows,
Fiercely they grappled for a close;
One moment in close hug they swing,
Hither and thither round the ring,
Then from Heenanus’ clinch of brass,
Sayerius, smiling, slips to grass!
I trow mine ancient breath would fail
To follow through the fight