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WEBSTER WORCESTER,

THE CHAMPION SPELLER.

And when he met their eager looks,

The little boy would loudly cry,

"Dey name me, from my studie books,

Sam Johnson Webster Worcester, hey!"

Now when the sun rose in the west, -

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The sun of spelling I should add -

Jones, thinking it all for the best,

Had sent this young precocious lad

To work upon his father's farm

(For at the school too much he ate),

A rural life would steel his arm;

And so he sent the young brunette.

A spelling-match in this same town

Took place upon a Friday night,

And Webbie won a high renown,

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