But Caunt I denounce, and his system of hugging,
A practice more fit for a bear than a man.
As to Freeman, the giant—I don’t mean offending—
His bulk and his weight may astonish the raw,
But when with Bill Perry, the Slasher, contending,
I’m bless’d if he showed any point worth a straw.
Of falsehood I scorn the unclean manufacture,
My luck with good men always forward to try;
And but for my knee-pan’s unfortunate fracture
With the Yankee I wouldn’t have shrunk from a shy.