While Bob with a clincher fell over him, whack.
5. Both men piping came up to the scratch,
But Bob for Abaddon was more than a match;
He tapped his claret, his mug he rent,
And made him so groggy with punishment,
That he gladly gave in at the close of the round,
And Warren in triumph was led from the ground.
Then trumpet, and timbrel, and deafening shout,
Like wind through a ruin rang lustily out,
High o’er the rocks that jut over the deep,