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The champeen heavyweight of Palestine
Was Bill Goliath, known as Treat 'Em Rough.
A great big hefty bruiser an' a tough.
The Bible says he stood six cubits high —
I somehow don't quite get this " cubit " stuff —
But any rate he must have been some guy.
He cleaned up all the heavies down the line.
I'll bet your money couldn't find no takers
When Bill was booked at King Saul's Thirty Acres.

Well, after he'd walloped all the pugs in sight,
He just hung round there waitin' for a fight.
" Come on, youse bums, " he'd yell, " an' show some class! "
An' Saul he promised he'd put up a purse.
But all the heavies said: " Not much! We pass!
We don't just feel like riding in a hearse. "
An'so Goliath strutted round the place,
His chest stuck out, a stogy in his face,
Till Saul said: " Oh, won't someone come an' biff
This swelled-head stiff! "

There was a kid named Dave; a scrappy lad,
A welterweight, an' right there with the punch,
An' when he see how Bill Goliath had
Just put the grand old kibosh on the bunch,
He says to Saul, says he: " I got a hunch
Them birds is nothin' but a bunch o' fakers.
Gimme a chancet at that big piece o' cheese.
Arrange a match for any time you please.
I'll crown that goof down at the Thirty Acres.
Just watch me, King. I'll lam him on the nose
An' knock him for a row of bungalows. "

" I can't train down, " says Bill, " to that kid's weight;
An' how will we arrange to split the gate? "
But Dave just says: " Forget it! Never mind!
Just fix it so the winner gets it all.
lI'll fight him as he is, " he says to Saul.
So all the papers was drawn up an' signed.

The sporting writers said he was a fool,
They said the cops had oughter stop the bout.
They said that Bill would knock him for a gool,
But just the same the house was all sold out.
The first round starts. They jump into the ring.
" Say, hello, flea! " says Bill, an' gives a wink.
" Oh, can that stuff, " says Dave, " you fathead gink.
I'll slip you somethin' quicker'n you think.
An' pretty soon you'll hear the angels sing. "

Then from his belThe slips a little sling,
An' as the champ gets set to knock his block
The kid steps back an' beans him with a rock.
Goliath just flops down, an' there he lays.
(To-day we wouldn't stand for no such trick,
To soak the other fellow with a brick,
They didn't have no rules in them there days.)
Then up comes Saul an' says to Dave: " Well, kid,
I didn't think you'd do it, but you did.
I crown you champeen scrapper of the ring. "
Says Dave to Saul: " You said a mouthful, King. "
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