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They found James Ambrose dead in his cell
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A gaping gash in his arm had drained him down to Hell
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No one knew for sure in Ambrose was his name
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They called him Yankee Sullivan in early days of fame
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He'd known the game of fisticuffs had always treated him right
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But no one knew the men who came and took his life that night
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He'd spent some time in Botany Bay atoning for his sins
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He fought a bout with Hammer Lane and took a tainted win
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He was the hero of the Bowery, a prince of lawless times
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Then was battered by the "Butcherman" in 1849
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He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of might
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But no one knew the men who came and took his life one night
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He knew the game of fisticuffs
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Lilly and McCoy were shy of a hundred and forty pounds
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In 1842 they went a hundred and eighteen rounds
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They begged McCoy to cash it in, he said that he would not
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Got up and fought one more round then died right on the spot
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He knew the game of fisticuffs, he knew the game of fight
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But no one knew the game would come and take his life that night
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