A practice which, with bold and fearless face,
In bloody letters stamps our land’s disgrace!
But let that pass, while we, like boxers bold,
Shall manly contest in the ring uphold,
And settle matters, not with slaughtering knives,
But well-braced muscles and a bunch of fives.
What tho’ in battle with some Fancy lad
An ogle should in mourning suit be clad?
What tho’ profusion of straightforward knocks
Should for a while confuse the knowledge box?