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"My father lived beside the Tyne,

A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine, -

He had but only me.

- To win me from his tender arms,

Unnumber'd suitors came,
Who praised me for imputed charms,

And felt or feign'd a flame.

* Each hour a mercenary crowd

With richest proflers strove; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd,

But never talk'd of love.

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