Then, Brassey, come out if you truly mean milling,
And drop down your dust for a match if you dare,
And you’ll find Billy Bendigo ready and willing
To give you a sample of Nottingham ware.
I’m anxious, bold Brassey, again to be busy,
And face a good fellow, true-hearted and tough;
And I’d cheerfully draw from my cly my last tizzy
To see two game pugilists stripp’d to the buff.
But here I conclude, for my time’s up for starting,
And conscience is giving a sort of a shove;