FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP
JOHN MACKENZIE of New York.
Air: Yankee Doodle.
'Twas a great many years ago,
The British thought t' oppress us;
And swore that for rebellious deeds,
They good and sound would dress us;
They sent their ships across the seas,
With myriads of seamen;
But 'twas no use--our fathers whiped;
And now we all are freemen.
But then they thought, that as they could
Not whip us with their pressed-men,
They easily could conquer us
With their much boasted Chess men;
But Morphy soon, chess champion,
Most willingly did meet them:
He asked no odds of Englishmen,
But cruelly did beat them.
"But sure, said they, we really are
Superiors in horse racing;
They have no steeds to equal ours
In running or in pacing."
But Tenbroeck laughingly replied,
"I'll show you your mistake, sirs;"
And so he did, for at each race
He pockets all the stakes, sirs.
But, as they always did get beat
In every kind of thing, sir,
They thought they try the last resort:
To whip us in the ring, sir.
But soon our brave
Said he'd give them their fill, sir;
And sailed at once across the sea,
To meet Sayers at a mill, sir.
Come all ye lads, your money bet
Upon our Champion Boy, sir;
For do not fear--there is no doubt
a toy, sir;
And welcome him so that his heart
With happiness will melt, sir;
For he's the chap that can deprive
Old England of her Belt, sir!
H. DE. MARSAN
PUBLISHER OF SONGS & BALLADS
DOLLS TOY BOOKS.
38 & 60 CHATHAM St N. Y.