July 13, 1901 Death of black Australian heavyweight boxer Peter Jackson after a distinguished boxing career

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DUSKY PETE     https://www.boxingforum24.com/threads/a-song-about-peter-jackson-from-1892.717483/
Peter's skin may be against him,
Blacker than a rainy night
But the blokes that stood against him
Learned too well they'd had a fight

There's that murky gent from Boston
He don't want no more o' Pete
Then McAuliffe ran across him,
Do him? Yes like thrashing wheat!

Then before him Cardiff stands up
Just to get it in the neck
Smith had hardly put his hands up
When he got a sudden check

Smith, who carried Cockney money,
By the hundred thousand pounds,
Proved to Pete as sweet as honey
Punched out in a brace of rounds!

Fair and square he made his record,
Always treated people right,
Be his skin black, blue or chequered,
Scratch him and you'll find him white.

Dignified you'll find him standing,
In the head set of the dance,
No concessions he's demanding,
Give the coloured gent a chance!

"C**ns is C**ns", Well that's amusing
Now admit that pugs is pugs
Men who make their living bruisin'
Got no right to put on lugs.

When a black man isn't lacking'
In the strength, the head, the heart,
When he's got the proper backing,
He should get a level start.

Colour doesn't cut no figure,
When it comes to make a fight.
Then the game and clever n****r
Is the equal of the white.

Men who've got no social ratin'
You will find eight times in nine,
Are the first to do the pratin'
First to draw the colour line.

All admit that Pete's a fighter,
Well, I claim, that settles it.
If his skin was ten times lighter,
'Twouldn't change the case a bit.

Straight-haired pugs may keen on sneerin'
Jackson's coming just as hard,
He is bound to get a hearin'
Dusky Pete cannot be barred.