In an Oxford crib you’ll find him
His boxing gloves on his fives are drawn,
And care is cast behind him.
“Alic Reid,” said the bouncing cove,
Are you the man to fight me?
A turn-up let us have for love,
And to floor you will delight me.
But the Sailor Hero soon found out
That for once he had made a blunder,
For the Snob contriv’d to tap his snout,