The Old Thunderer

Born with fiddle in hand, but one night was forced, to make a stand
Jem Mace’s career started grand, for he fought, with naked hands
When his legs started to dance, his foe’s, ate, the bloodied sand
Norfolk Hero he became, grounding father of the pugilist’s game

Huzza Huzza Huzza!
Huzza Huzza Huzza! For The Old Thunderer!

Making fortune and fame, yes he fought all the great names
Hurst, King, Mitchell, Allen, Slack, Price, Brettle and Travers the Black
He fought for hours straight, Old London Price Ring Rules, sun or rain
“The Straight Left rules the world” words uttered from under his moustache curled

Huzza Huzza Huzza!
Huzza Huzza Huzza! For The Old Thunderer!

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