His nervous arm each bold opposer quell’d,
In feats of strength by none but thee excell’d,
Till, springing up, at the last trumpet’s call,
He conquers thee, who will have conquer’d all.
At the time of the European war, it sometimes happened that a wrestling match was interrupted in an unpleasant manner to some of the parties by the appearance on the scene of the press-gang. There is a favourite song relative to Dick Simmins, published in Mr. Collier’s memoir of Hicks of Bodmin. I will give it here:—
Come Vaither, Mother and Brothers all,
And Zistur too, I pray,
I’ll tell ee a power o’ the strangest things
As happen’d to me at say.