Classic Poem

I Sing of a Duel in Epsom befel,
'Twixt fa-so-la Dursey , and so-la-mi Bell:
But why do I mention the scribbling Brother?
For naming the one, you may guess at the other.
Betwixt them there happen'd a horrible Clutter,
Bell set up the loud Pipes, and Durfey did splutter.
Draw, Bell , wer't thou Dragon, I'll spoil thy soft Note,
Thy squeaking, said t'other, for l'll cut thy Throat.
With a Scratch on the Finger the Duel's dispatch'd,
Thy Clineas (Oh Sidney! ) was never so match'd.