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Now Tom stepped out upon the grasas, the crowd gave forth a cheer,

He was their local champion, they knew he had no fear.

Six miners and four foundrymen had put him to the test,

He'd met them all, stood toe to toe, ten times had come out best.

The cheers died down as they both came up unto the mark,

The difference in size and weight was suddenly made stark,

Though fit and toned Tom Oatley weighed around eleven stone,

No match, most thought, against eighteen of solid brawn and bone.

The book was open, wagers laid, the book was quickly closed,

For all the money flooded on the one whom Tom opposed

For few could see how young Oatley with all his expertise

Could master such a giant and thus bring him to his knees.

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