They thought I`d be a champion; They boasted loud of me. A dozen victories I`d won, The Press was proud of me. I saw myself with glory crowned, And would, beyond a doubt, Till last night in the second round A Dago knocked me out. It must have been an accident; I cannot understand. For I was so damn confident I`d lick him with one hand. I bounded in the ring to cheers; I panted for the fray: Ten minutes more with hoots and jeers They bore me limp away. I will not have the nerve to face The sporting mob today; The doll I fell for—my disgrace Will feel and fade away. Last night upon the brink of fame No favour did I lack: Tomorrow from the sink of shame I`ll beg my old job back.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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