BETA

Lines to Philip Sampson,

the Brummagem Youth.

Go back to Brummagem ! go back to Brum-
magem !1
Youth of that ancient and halfpenny town !2
Maul manufacturers ; rattle, and rummage
’em ;3
Country swell’d heads may afford you re-
nown ;4
Here in Town-rings, we find Fame very
fast go,5
The exquisite light weights are heavy to
bruise ;6
For the graceful and punishing hand of
Belasco7
Foils, and will foil all attempts on the Jews.8
Go back to Brummagem, while you’ve a
head on !9
For bread from the Fancy is light weight
enough ;10
Moulsey, whose turf is the sweetest to tread
on,11
Candidly owns you’re a good bit of stuff :12
But hot-heads and slow hands are utterly
useless,13
When Israelite science and caution awake ;14
So pr’ythee go home, Youth ! and pester
the Jews less,15
And work for a cutlet, and not for a stake16
Turn up the raws at a fair or a holiday,17
Make your fist free with each Brummagem
rib ;18
But never again, Lad, commit such a folly,
pray !19
As sigh to be one of the messmates of Crib,20
Leave the P. C. purse, for others to handle21
Throw up no hat in a Moulsey Hurst sun ;22
Bid adieu, by the two-penny post, to Jack
Randall,23
And take the outside of the coach,—one
pound one !24
Samson ! forget there are such men as
Seroggins,25
And Shelton and Carter, and Bob Burns
and Spring ;26
Forget toss for sides, and forget all the
floggings,27
While shirts are pull’d off,—to make per-
fect the ring.28
Your heart is a real-one, but skill, Phil, is
wanted ;29
Without it, all useless by bravery begs ;30
Be content that you’ve beat Dolly Smith,
and been chaunted,31
And train’d,—stripp’d—and pitted,—and
hit off your legs !32