Excerpted from "Body, Boots, and Britches – Tales and Ballads of Up Country America" by Harold W. Thompson, published in 1940 by the J. B. Lippincott Company.
The author wrote; "His triumph was sung by the American folk in Paddy Ryan's Victory, a ballad of ten double stanzas containing these fervid lines:" (page 232)
From round seventy-eight to eighty-six,
Left room for to believe
No Englishman could even stand
The weight of Paddy's sleeve;
For his well trained hundred pounder
It lighted with free will
In the very corner that Joe choose
His flood* did freely spill.
Round eighty-seven you would swear
The heavens burst out in war,
The word of victory freely went
From every ancient craw;
The referee the time did call,
But Joe could not reply,
And the fight was freely given
To our bold Tipperary boy.
* This may be a typographical error as substituting the word "blood" seems to make more sense relative to the story. Now this is only a theory as I only have the two versus to go by.