As fancy roams o’er the floor of hell,
Now list ye with kindness, the whiles I rehearse
In shapely pugilistic verse,
(Albeit my fancy preferreth still
The quiet of nature,) this desperate Mill.
THE FIGHT.
Both men on peeling showed nerve and bone.
And weighed on an average fourteen stone;
Doffed their silk fogle, for battle agog,
Yellowman, castor and white upper tog;