So boldly he enter'd the Netherby Hall,
Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all:
Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,
(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)
"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war,
Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?—
Lochinvar s'
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"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied;—
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide;—