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Yep, Egyp's dry; 'z a gin'ral rule They ain't much doin' in likker; Saloons is skurce 'z a breedin' mule, An' shy 'z a nestin' flicker. But fokes kin git it"bootleg stuff"An' hev a reel good souse, Tho' most o' them that does it 's tough, An' allers startin' rows. Onct down ter Sims', so people tell, A bunch o' pickled runts Raised sev'ral kinds o' p'tic'lar cain An' pulled some rowdy stunts. Now 'Mersion 's pop'lar thar ter Sims', Some 'd ruther hev 't than eatin's; More 'n half the fokes sings Baptis' hymns An' goes ter all the meetin's. Wal, they jes' give 'emselves a hunch An' got the law behind 'em; The sheriff rounded up the bunch, An' Jestice Herford fined 'em. This made the boozers awful sore; They'd git thet Baptis' goat! So fer a week they planned an' swore An' kep' their scheme remote. Then suddint like one Sart'day night They took a hoss 't hed died (They 'lowed it wan't no pleasant sight), An' lugged it right inside The Baptis' church 'ithout a sound, An' cut it all ter bits, Which they throwed ever'whar around, A-laffin' mos' ter fits.
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