Chorus—For the sound, &c.
Do you ken Arthur Peel with a snaffle so strong,
Prepared for a contest that’s dour and ding-dong,
For a rally that’s sharp and a struggle that’s long,
Which may last all the night until morning?
Chorus—For the sound, &c.
Do you ken Arthur Peel with the spur at his heel,
Which the stubbornest buck-jumper’s bound for to feel,
And flinch at the punishment dealt out by Peel,
While Wild West-minster howls in the morning?