The Suffolk Miracle:
OR,
A Relation of a Young Man, who, a Month after his Death, appeared to his Sweet-heart, and
carryed her behind him Forty 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 ner 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 placd his chief delight,
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Her beauty was beyond compare
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she was both vertuous and fair.
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There was a young man 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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But when her Father came to here,
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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 changd her mind again.
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Hereat this young man sadly grievd
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but knew not how to be relievd,
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He sighd and sobd 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 sighd she grievd but all in vain
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for confind must still remain.
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He mournd 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 dght
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She 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 vain.
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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 joyd to see her hearts delight.
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Her Fathers Horse which well she knew
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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 hopt 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 passd as swift as any wind,
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That in two hours or 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 weel have
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but little dreamt he went to Grave.
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Soon were they at her Fathers door
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and after she ner 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 stared like an affrighted man,
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Down stairs he ran, and when he see her
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cryd out my Child how camst 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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hes in the stable quoth the maid,
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Go in said he and go to bed
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ile see the horse well littered.
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He stared 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 deceasd, 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 askd 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 amazd
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and on each others strangly gazd.
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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 kercheif was about his head.
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This thing unto her then they told
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and the whole truth they unfold,
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She was thereat so terrified
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and grievd 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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