And he would dance first as he’d rose;
Bob’s passion beginning to vapour,
He twisted his opponent’s nose.
The Willington lads, for their Franky,
Jump’d up, to revenge the foul deed;
And those in behalf of Bob Cranky
Sprung forward—for now there was need.
Bob canted the form, with a kevel,
As he was exerting his strength;
But he got on the lug such a nevel,