The prizefighter and the heiress, both talented in their wayBoth fighting for inheritance, both entitled to their daySaid the fella “I’ve thrown my gloves and loosed my shoesCome join me in the ring my friendQuit these lonesome blues, quit my lonesome blues”The lady thought the longest while and bathed the time in lightShe came to the conclusion that he hadn’t won the fight“Put your gloves back on,” she says “And steady with your prideYou’ve dealt the eldest hand my love but that part of me has died”
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THE PRIZEFIGHTER AND THE HEIRESS, JOHNNY FLYNN