A terrible fight in Halifax on Saturday night took place,
Between some Newfoundlanders and some Haligonian race;
The men were working on the roads when some dispute arose,
That ended in a fearful row and came to heavy blows.
Some old time grudge they had it out that morning on the street,
And each man for his country fought hard his man to beat;
A terrible scene while it did last, and blood was flowing free,
The greatest fight in Halifax the human eye could see.
For four hours the fighters held the town, as each man's blood was hot,
And many an ugly blow or kick some poor unfortunate got;
Pick axes and shovels came on many a fellow's head,
Or stretched out from a heavy blow till nearly left for dead.
The men were working on the roads when the ructions did begin,
The lads from Newfoundland, of course, a hand they should take in;
They fought with pickets and shovels, and at each other flew,
Till people got bewildered and scarce knew what to do.
The police arrived upon the scene as picks were lifted high,
And many a sore and aching head, and many a closed up eye;
When all was quiet and peace restored, but what side came out best?
Of course, the papers didn't state, so you can guess the rest.