The Suffolk Miracle,  
OR, A Relation of a Young Man, who, a Month after his Death, appeared to his Sweetheart, and carried 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.  
 
 
 

A Wonder stranger ne'er was known  
then what I now shall treat upon,  
In Suffolk there did lately dwell  
a Farmer rich and known full well.   

He had a Daughter fair and bright,  
on whom he placed his chief delight,  
Her beauty was beyond compare  
she was both virtuous and fair.   

There was a young man living by,  
Who was so charmed with her eye,  
That he could never be at rest,  
he was with love so much possessed,   

He made address to her, and she  
did grant him love immediately;  
But when her Father came to here,  
he parted her and and her poor dear.   

Forty miles distant was she sent  
unto his brothers with intent,  
That she should there so long remain  
till she had changed her mind again.   

Hereat this young man sadly grieved  
but knew not how to be relieved,  
he sighed and sobbed continually  
that his true love he could not see.   

She by no means could to him send  
who was her hearts espoused friend,  
He sighed she grieved but all in vain  
For she co 〈…〉 n'd must still remain.   

He mourned so much that Doctor's art  
could give no ease unto his heart  
Who was so strangely terrified  
that in short time for love he d●ght   

She that from him was sent away,  
knew nothing of his dying day,  
But constant still she did remain  
to love the dead was then in vain.   

After he had in grave been laid  
a month or more unto this maid,  
He comes about middle of the night  
who joyed to see her heart's delight.   

Her Father's Horse which well she knew  
her mother's hood and safeguard to,  
He brought with him to testify  
her parent's order he came by.   

Which when her uncle understood  
he hoped it would be for her good,  
And gave consent to her strait way,  
that with him she should come away.   

When she was got her love behind  
they passed as swift as any wind,  
That in two hours or little more  
he brought her to her Father's door.   

But as they did this great haste make  
he did complain his head did ache,  
Her handcherchief she then took out  
and tied the same his head about.   

And unto him she thus did say  
thou art as cold as any clay,  
When we come home a fire we'll have  
but little dreamt he went to Grave.   

Soon were they at her Father's door  
and after she ne'er see him more,  
I'll set the Horse up then he said  
and there he set this harmless maid.   

She knocked and straight a man he cried  
Whose there, 'tis I, she then replied,  
Who wondered much her voice to hear  
and was possessed with dread and fear.   

Her Father he did rest, and then  
he stareed like an affrighted man.  
Down stairs he ran, when he see her  
cried out my Child how cam'st thou here.   

Pray Sir did you not send for me  
by such a messenger said she,  
Which made his hair flare on his heart,  
as knowing well that he was dead.   

Where is he then to her he said  
he's in the stable quoth the maid,  
Go in said he and go to bed  
I'll see the horse well littered.   

He stareed about and there could see  
no shape of any mankind see,  
But found his horse all on a sweat,  
which made him in a deadly fret.   

His Daughter he said nothing too  
nor no one else though well they knew,  
That he was dead a month before  
for fear of grieveing her full sore.   

Her father to his Father went  
who was deceased, with this intent  
To tell him what his daughter said  
so both came back unto this maid.   

They asked her and she still did say  
'twas he that then brought her away,  
Which when they heard they were amazed  
and on each others strangely gazed.   

A Handcherchief she said she tied  
about his head and that they ●ryed,  
The Sexton they did speak unto  
that he the grave would then undo.   

Affrighted then they did behold  
his body turning into mould,  
And though he had a month been dead  
this kercheif was about his head.   

This thing unto her than they told  
and the whole truth they unfold,  
She was thereat so terrified  
and grieved she quickly after died.   

Part not true love you Rich men then,  
but if they be right honest men,  
Your daughter's love give them their way,  
for force oft breeds their lives decay.    

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