Belasco came down like a bruiser so bold,
And his bellows was good, and his nobbers all told:
And the shout of his backers was like the hurrah
Of the Black Diamond’s friends, when he queer’d Quashee’s jaw.
Like sheep in the pens, in that business so green,
All sporting their flimsies, the kiddies were seen;
Like those sheep, when the shearer has thought them full grown,
And fleeced them, those kiddies stood chilly and lone.
For the genius of Milling came down on the blast,
And bung’d up the eyes of the Jew pretty fast;