John L. Sullivan, the Champion.
Tune- "Donnelly and Cooper."
John L. he is the champion, no man can well deny,
He started out upon a tour, each bully for to try,
Who wanted so to meet him, for to beat him was the craze;
There are some who did not mean it, but who tried to make a raise
But when he stood before them, it's then there was some fun,
8ome would rather hug the stage-I mean "Tug " and Robinson;
The other men who fought him were game without a doubt,
For each man faced the music until they were knocked out.
The Boston Boy's a brave one, the Britishers admit,
He never yet was beaten, from danger known to flit;
The noble blood of Erin, from there he takes his grit,
Posterity will praise him, for his name will long exist.
In the manly art of self-defense his equals yet ain't found,
They went to Australia and searched that place all round;
For Mace was speculating to make a few more pounds,
But Jim was irritated when Slade was whipped so sound.
He has faced the best of fighting men wherever he did go,
But like Samson with the Philistines, he strikes a heavy blow;
He never tried an unfair trick as the battle he did rage,
May his days be long and happy and live a ripe old age.
Hail! Columbia's lovely land that never yet was beat,
Who in your childhood's darkest days the foreign foe did meet;
And whilst your eagle soars on high, the stars and stripes we'll greet
Remember John L. Sullivan who never met defeat.