That riled my fightin’ blood like hell,
And we was sluggin’ at the bell.
The next round started, from the go,
The millin’ we did wasn’t slow,
I landed hard on him, and then,
He took the count right up to ten.
He took the limit on one knee,
—A chance to get his wind you see;
At ten he jumped up like a flash
And on my jaw he hung a smash.