He smote the ball with a manly blow;
And he distanced St. Andrews' Andrew—Kirkaldy—
Though Taylor was trained in far Westward Ho!
And he went the four rounds fair and featly,
In strokes three hundred, and twenty, and two,
Which Sandy Herd, and Andy Kirkaldy,
And Davie Anderson, they could not do.
It may seem sheer cheek for "a gowk of a Saxon"
To take the cake at the Gaelic Game;
But as imitation's the sincerest flattery,