Birds of a feather flock together,
And some must soon be pluck'd.
Good judges may be taken in,
And lose their blunt, no doubt;
And tho' some say Dutch Sam must vin,
Ned Neal may sarve him out.
He's at his proper fighting veight—
Heavier nor Sam by far;
Tho' Sam's all right, and no debate,
And fine as any star.