The Suffolk Miracle
OR
A Relation of a young man who a Month after his death appeared to his sweetheart and carryed
her behind him Fourty miles in two hours time, and was never seen after but in the Grave.
To the Tune of, My bleeding heart, etc.
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A Wonder stranger ne'r was known
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then what I now shall treat upon,
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In Suffolk there did lately dwell
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a Farmer rich and known full well.
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He had a Daughter fair and bright
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on whom he plac'd he chief delight,
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Her beauty was beyond compare
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she was both virtuous and fair.
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A young man there was living by
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who was so charmed with her eye,
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That he could never be at rest
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he was with love so much possest.
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He made address to her, and she
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did grant him Love immediately,
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Which when her Father came to hear
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he parted her and her poor Dear.
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Forty miles distant was she sent
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unto his brothers with intent,
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That she should there so long remain
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till she had chang'd her mind again.
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Hereat this young man sadly griev'd
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but knew not how to be reliev'd,
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He sigh'd and sob'd continually
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that his true love he could not see.
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She by no means could to him send
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who was her hearts espoused friend,
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He sigh'd she griev'd but all in vain
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for she confin'd must still remain.
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He mourn'd so much that Doctors art
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could give no ease unto his heart
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Who was so strangly terrified
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that in short time for love he dyed.
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S He that from him was sent away
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knew nothing of his dying day
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But constant still she did remain
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to love the dead was then in vein.
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After he had in grave been laid
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a month or more unto this maid,
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He comes about middle of the night
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who joy'd to see her hearts delight.
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Her Fathers Horse which well she know
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her mothers hood and safeguard too,
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He brought with him to testifie
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her parents order he came by.
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Which when her unckle understood
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he hop't it would be for her good,
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And gave consent to her straightway
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that with him she should come away.
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When she was got her love behind
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they pass'd as swift as any wind,
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That in two hours of little more
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he brought her to her Fathers door.
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But as they did this great haste make
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he did complain his head did ake,
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Her Handcherchief she then took out
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and tyed the same his head about.
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And unto him she thus did say
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thou art as cold as any clay,
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When we come home a fire wee'l have
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but little dream't he went to Grave.
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Soon were they at her Fathers door
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and after she ne'r see him more,
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Ile set the Horse up then he said
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and there he set this harmless maid.
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She knockt and strait a man he cryed
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whose there, 'tis I, she then replyed,
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Who wondred much her voice to hear
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and was possest with dread and fear.
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Her Father he did tell, and then
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he stare'd like an affrighted man,
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Down stairs he ran, and when he see her
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cry'd out my Child how cam'st thou here.
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Pray Sir did you not send for me
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by such a messenger said she
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Which made his hair stare on his head,
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as knowing well that he was dead.
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Where is he then to her he said
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he's in the stable quoth the maid,
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Go in said he and go to bed
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i'le see the horse well littered.
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He stare'd about and there could hee
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no shape of any mankind see,
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But found his horse all on a sweat
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which made him in a deadly fret.
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His Daughter he said nothing too
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nor no one else though well they knew,
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That he was dead a month before
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for fear of grieveing her full sore.
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Her father to his Father went
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who was deceas'd, with this intent
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To tell him what his daughter said
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so both came back unto this maid.
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They ask'd her and she still did say
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twas he that then brought her away,
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Which when they heard they were amaz'd
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and on each others strangly gaz'd.
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A Handcherchief she said she tyed
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about his head and that they tryed,
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The Sexton they did speak unto
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that he the grave would then undoe.
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Affrighted then they did behold
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his body turning into mould,
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And though he had a month been dead
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this kerchief was about his head.
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This thing unto her then they told
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and the whole truth they did unfold,
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She was thereat so terrified
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and griev'd she quickly after dyed.
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Part not true love you Rich men then
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but if they be right honest men
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Your daughters love give them their way
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for force oft breeds their lives decay.
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