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WEBSTER WORCESTER,

THE CHAMPION SPELLER.

And appearing in Congress.

But the scarcity of shekels

Proved that trading was no fun,

And poor Jones, tattooed with freckles

By the scorching Southern sun,

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Bravely read the Nation daily,

Till, quite versed in politics,

Dreaming of "corruption," gayly

Rode one morning up to Licks'.

"Licks'" was an old-fashioned inn,

Where the men of pure devotion

Drank "America" in gin,

Rum, and many another potion.

Licks controlled the colored section,

And Jones departed in high glee,

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