Morrissey and Heenan Fight.
Oh, was not that a glorious sight,
To see those two heroes in a fight,
And on each other try their skull,
To prove the victor of the mill;
To gain a trifle more of wealth,
With the privilege of the belt?
This manly tug was ended fair,
Everything being on the square;
And though Morrissey won the light.
Heenan pressed him pretty tight;
And many thought that at the call,
Morrissey would not win at all.
To the end it was "give and take,"
The blows making both men quake.
And stagger as if on drunk;
'Twas hard to tell who would be hunk,
Until, in less than one half hour,
Morrissey showed the right bower.
Both men could not possibly win,
And neither of them would give in;
So let us fill our glasses high.
And hope they both may never die;
That they may live to see the day.
To participate in another fray.