THREE AMERICAN JACKS.
Written and Composed by Jos. M. Lawrence.
Sung with great success by Lottie Gilson.
I'll sing in my song about fair and square sports,
The title of which is Three Jacks;
It's not about cards, as you all may surmise,
Nor of horses that trot on our tracks;
The art of defense is the theme I select,
And of its exponents I'll sing;
"Twill give justice to those to whom it Is due.
Our heroes who have fought in the ring.
For years England has claimed the champion's belt
For pugilists of every grade,
But before our own boys her bluster soon melts;
We've convinced her she is now in the shade;
For light-weights we have the King Pin of them all,
In McAuliffe, our own little Mac,
He stands at the top, may he ne'er take a fall.
For he's one of our American Jacks.
For forty odd battles the grand Nonpareil
As champion asserted his rights;
Fogarty, McCarty, and others can tell
He's a bad one to meet in a fight;
He gave the Marine too much odds we all know,
But his laurels he'll surely win back:
So give him a fair chance, and there'll be no La Blanche,
But Dempsey. the American Jack.
There is still a Jack left, the right-bower of all,
His equal has never been found;
He has made all the champions go to the wall
That we've found in this country around;
But all the fools are not dead in this wide world of ours,
For Peter Jackson has made foolish crack;
But Sullivan, you know, to this whole world will show
That he's boss of our American Jacks.