At The Tug-0-War

Twas in a tug-of-war where I, the guvnors hope and pride,     Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;     Old dad was in his glory there, it gave the old man joy     To fight a passage through the crowd and barrack for his boy.     A friend came up and said to me, Put out your muscles, John,     And pull them to eternity, your guvnors looking on.     I paused before I grasped the rope, and glanced around the place,     And, foremost in the waiting crowd, I saw the old mans face.     My mates were strong and plucky chaps, but very soon I knew     That our opponents had the weight and strength to pull them through;     The boys were losing surely and defeat was very near,     When, high above the mighty roar, I heard the old man cheer!     I felt my muscles swelling when the old man cheerd for me,     I felt as though Id burst my heart, or gain the victory!     I shouted, Now! Together! and a steady strain replied,     And, with a mighty heave, I helped to beat the other side!     Oh! how the old man shouted in his wild, excited joy!     I thought hed burst his boiler then, a-cheering for his boy;     The chaps, oh! how they cheered me, while the girls all smiled so kind,     They praised me, little dreaming, how the old man pulled behind.     He barracks for his boy no more, his grave is old and green,     And sons have grown up round me since he vanished from the scene;     But, when the cause is worthy where I fight for victory,     In fancy still I often hear the old man cheer for me.