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Poem by Robert William Service
I never saw a face so bright With brilliant blood and joy, As was the grinning mug last night Of Dick, our local boy, When with a clumsy, lucky clout He knocked the champion out. A week ago he swung a pick And sweated in a ditch. Tonight he's togged up mighty slick, And fancies himself rich. With floozies, fine food, bubbly drink He'll go to hell I think. Unless they make another match; And if they do I guess The champion won't have a scratch, But Dick will be a mess; His map will be a muck of gore As he sprawls on the floor. Then he'll go back his pick to swing, And sweat deep in the mud... Yet still I see him in the ring, So gay with glee and blood, Dancing a jig and holding high His gloves to climb the sky.
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