And the muscles of his legs and arms
Stand out like steely bands.
His hair is fair, and closely cropped,
His pink face bears no tan;
His brow is low, his wits seem slow,
He "gates" whate'er he can!
But he gets more cheers than Salisbury's self,
Or e'en the Grand Old Man.
Whene'er their Champion spars at night
Excited Britons go,