It’s either you fight or die,
Young gent, you’ve got no option.
No good asking the reason why,
It’s either you fight or you die.
Die, die, lily-livered, die,
Or fight and make your splinters fly;
Bust up the holy apple-pie,
You’ve got no option.

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Don’t say you can’t, start in and try;
Give great hypocrisy the lie,
And tackle the blowsy big blow-fly
Of money: do it or die.
You’ve got no option.