BALLADE OF THE PRUDENT SPORT.

Marlborough Express, Volume XLIII, Issue 117, 15 May 1909, Page 6

BALLADE OF THE PRUDENT SPORT.

I'm not pugnacious, not a bit. Before I'd fight I'd always run. That I'm a liar, I'll admit v In fact, that's what I've often done I never could see any fun 111 being: wiped from off the map By some big brute who weighs a ton. But, oh, I love to see a scrap!

It is a pity that the pit— That is an inadvertent punts frowned upon, as most unfit To patronise—a thing to shun. But fighting cocks do take the bun For force and fury, fire and snap, My morals are most finely spun, But, oh, I love to see a scrap! I like to see a fellow hit* f A blow with force enough to stun And come up smiling, full of grit, As if the thing had just begun. Of all things underneath the sun That is the one that warms a chap. I'm not a Vandal, nor a Hun, i But, oh, I love to see a scrap!

L'envoi. To safely sit and watch the one The other's crimson claret tap! In mildness I will yield to none, But, oh, I love to see a scrap I