Written by John Jones.
Kind friends give your attention and some incidents I'll mention
Concerning a great battle that occurred not long ago.
History will preserve the name, lately shorn of lustrous fame,
But which still commands respect from friend and foe.
The world-renowned John L. from his pinnacle has fell;
James J. Corbett wears the mantle that he wore.
John was noble in his fall, and is still admired by all,
But his day has past, his reign at last is o'er.
Hail the present champion, place fresh laurels on his brow;
Intrepid and invincible, who'll dare confront Mm now?
Boston's idol has been shuttered, John L.'s flag is sadly furled.
For Corbett has just proved himself the champion of the world.
Now York sports will well remember the seventh day of September.
Their finances and affections got a ruthless shock that day,
For their pride, their fistic king, was defeated in the ring,
Where for years he'd reigned with undisputed sway,
Still the victor in this fight won it manly and upright,
And deserves the place, which justly is his due;
For his confidence and skill, and his brave and dauntless will,
Caused poor John at last to meet his Waterloo. - Chorus.