john sullivan blacked my eye

Eh John Sullivan Ey John Sullivan’s, fighting Irish pride
A man today can proudly say John Sullivan blacked my eye

He started in a barroom and the streets of old Beantown
You hit the Boston Strong Boy, you’re soon to hit the ground

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Bragging to his father I’m the toughest in the land
Four dozen lads would beat you bad back home in Ireland

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He’d take on any comers, the strongest and the tall
The bigger that they’d come at him, the harder that they’d fall

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They say that John L's right was like the kicking of a mule
He shared it with a host of men both champions and fools

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Bare knuckles, spit and hobnails, the fight game needed class
John L. put on the tights and gloves and knocked them on their …..

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With all the fame and fortune and accolades he knew
He still remained a gentleman in everything he’d do

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Like many men the only weakness, that he’d ever show
The liquor and the lassies they began to take their toll