POETRY OF THE PRIZE RING - Three or four weeks ago we published the bellicose ballad of some British bard, predicting the utter defeat of John Heenan in the fight for the championship. Happily for our side, the friends of the champion of England have no monopoly of the muses. |
HEENAN, IRELAND'S PRIDE |
I am a bold American, So, now, my lads, I'll boldly strive, So cheer up, you lads of Erin's Isle, On the sixteenth day of April, The stars and stripes of America, It's not for brave Tom's gold, my boys, In a twenty-four rope ring, my boys, So now my song is ended, |
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GREAT FIGHT BETWEEN TOM SAYERS AND HEENAN, FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORLD |
_ A SPECIAL EDITION OF
WILKES SPIRIT OF THE TIMES will be published on the arrival of Mr. Wilkes' account of the Fight, containing a full
and exclusive account of the great international encounter. |
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TOM
HYER AND YANKEE SULLIVAN
TOM TYLER AND JACK SULLIVAN
LETTER FROM
TOM
SAYERS
LETTER FROM
A FRIEND
OF HEENAN
LETTER
FROM
BIRTHPLACE OF HEENAN
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