Olver was apprenticed to a tanner at Liskeard. "Tell'y," said he, "at Liskeard, sixty years ago, all the youngsters on summer evenings used to meet in a field outside the town called _Gurt Lane_, and the ground were strewed wi' tan, and there every evening us had wrastling (wrestling), and single-stick, and boxing. Look'y here,"--he put his white head near me and raised the hair,--"do'y see now how my head be a cut about? and look to my forehead and cheek as was cut open wi' single-stick. I wor a famous player in them days; and the gentlefolks and ladies 'ud come out and see us at our sports, just as they goes now to cricket-matches." Whilst the games went on, or between the intervals, songs were sung. "I'll sing'y one," said Olver, "was a favourite, and were sung to encourage the youngsters." 1. "I sing of champions bold, That wrestled--not for gold; And all the cry Was 'Will Trefry,' That he would win the day. So Will Trefry, huzzah! The ladies clap their hands and cry, 'Trefry! Trefry! huzzah!' 2. Then up sprang little Jan, A lad scarce grown a man. He said, 'Trefry, I wot I'll try A hitch with you this day.' So little Jan, huzzah! The ladies clap their hands and cry, 'O little Jan, huzzah!' 3. He stript him to the waist, He boldly Trefry faced; 'I'll let him know That I can throw As well as he to-day.' So little Jan, huzzah! And some said so; but others,'No, Trefry! Trefry! huzzah!' 4. They wrestled on the ground, His match Trefry had found; And back he bore In struggle sore, And felt his force give way. So little Jan, huzzah! So some did say; but others, 'Nay, Trefry! Trefry! huzzah!' 5. Then with a desperate toss, Will showed the flying hoss,[8] And little Jan Fell on the tan, And never more he spake. O! little Jan, alack! The ladies say, 'Oh, woe's the day! O! little Jan, alack!' 6. Now little Jan, I ween, That day had married been; Had he not died, A gentle bride That day he home had led. The ladies sigh--the ladies cry, 'O! little Jan is dead.'"