Jack Dempsey

Through the California mountains And many a wooded vale The wind from seaward whispers The name of the Nonpareil O'er many a peak snow covered O'er many a woodland fair The sea-breeze murmurs the wonderful tale Of the lad from County Clare. But never the wind from seaward And never the brooks of the vale Can speak the half of the glory, The due of the Nonpareil.

Champion of all Champions, Greatest in all times' bound, The lad who held Fitzsimmons For thirteen gory rounds. But the ring's red history passes To a swiftly roving tale, And there's few who now remember The name of the Nonpareil. But here's to the greatest of fighters, To a name that never shall fail, To the name of the first Jack Dempsey The wonderful Nonpareil.