More apt to join friends than make foes;
But rais’d by the juice of the barley,
He put in some sobbling blows.
And cock-fighting Ned was their Hector,
A courageous fellow, and stout:
He stood their bold friend and protector,
And thump’d the opponents about.
All hand-over-head, topsy turvy,
They struck with fists, elbows, and feet,
A Wellington callant, called Gurvy,