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There is a town in our bounds
By fame exalted highly
This village stands on Big spring land
And is called Pinch um Slyly

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An honest man, as in our land
Has named the infant, dayly
By inate love or knowledge fore
And calls it Pinch'um Slyly

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Some at this name wt. wrath exclaim,
Roar like a twenty inch drum
And rather would, if yet they could,
Have it call'd Slyly Pinch'um

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What they intend no odds for end
Which foremost by an inch come
Tis all the same Pinch is the game
And rightly Slyly Pinch'um

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'Tis pinch about both in and out
Of town;- their fame runs highly,
Who try to pinch & never flinch
And always Pinch'um Slyly

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One of low birth & nothing worth
Came in there acting wily
Feign'd to be sick, bought goods on tick
And thus left pinch'um Slyly

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On either side with arms stretch'd wide
They stand prepar'd to clinch 'em
And when they yoke to end the joke
Both fall in Slyly pinch'um