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21 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.

"And let it be of duffil grey,

As warm a cloak as man can sell!"

Proud Creature was she the next day,

The little Orphan, Alice Fell!