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"My Child, in Durham do you dwell?"She check'd herself in her distress,And said, "My name is Alice Fell;I'm fatherless and motherless.
And I to Durham, Sir, belong."And then, as if the thought would chokeHer very heart, her grief grew strong;And all was for her tatter'd Cloak.
The chaise drove on; our journey's endWas nigh; and, sitting by my side,As if she'd lost her only friendShe wept, nor would be pacified.
Up to the Tavern-door we post;Of Alice and her grief I told;And I gave money to the Host,To buy a new Cloak for the old.
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