Show YE BALLAD OF YE BOXING CONTEST Now lithe and listen gentlemen Now lithe and listen well As I anent a match boxing-match A wonderous tale will tell t The champion of the Lab Sir Taylor is by far Of all ye nobles of ye gloves He is the best to spar And so ye sportsmen in despair Did plan a wily deed To tumble down Sir Taylors Taylor's fame And make his nose to bleed They chose with care a champion bold A good and sturdy knight Sir Gatehouse by by all ye gods 1 He of the mighty height His challenge good Mein Herr took up I Ye knights they did repair Unto the fateful battlefield The engine room down i Upon their fists the gloves they drew The gloves red dark-red with paint At whose dread sight ye damsels fair Are like enough to faint The time was called With courage firm They entered on the fray t In dealing blows and parrying thrusts Their supple bodies sway Sir Gatehouse dealt the foremost blow r in Sir Straight Taylors Taylor's eye Whereat tears stood on that Lords Lord's cheeks Although he did not net cry In turn he gave a fearsome blow Upon Sir Gatehouses Gatehouse's nose Whereat that feature of his face Grew redder than a rose The blows they rained then thick and fast On temples ears and chin While shouts and cheers from all ye knights Did raise a fearful din But naught was gained on either side For all this great ado Each tried in vain with might and main To gain a point or two And so at last they sat them down Their heated brows to mop With sadness lurking in their eyes That neither was on Ion on top The waiting crowd did lusty cheer Th This s ending to the fray M Sir Ta Taylor lor now must share his fame And for his victory pay Gwynne |