There was a noble lady and she dressing for the ball,
When she spied a jolly tinker hammering pots against the wall.

And it's brave Old Donnelly,
Good enough ! says she,
There's good blood in that Donnelly
And he's the boy for me !

He sought her in the kitchen and he sought her in the hall,
He sought her in the parlor mid the servants great and small.

Then she pulled out a whistle and she blew it loud and shrill,
And forty fat policemen came a running o'er the hill.

The tinker was arrested, and he was thrown in jail,
She paid a hundred pounds to get another man out on bail.

...Or so I remember it from many years ago. I learned it indirectly from Liam's Brother.

Not only has Donnelly the prizefighter apparently gotten into the song; stanza 3 has been adapted from Robin Hood ballads.