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, &c.

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 , &c.

A Wonder stranger ne'r 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 plac'd his chief delight , Her beauty was beyond compare she was both vertuous 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 possest , 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 chang'd her mind again . Hereat this young man sadly griev'd but knew not how to be reliev'd , he sigh'd and sob'd continually that his true love he could not see . She by no means could to him send who was her hearts espoused friend , He sigh'd she griev'd but all in vain For she co 〈…〉 n'd must still remain . He mourn'd so much that Doctors art could give no ease unto his heart Who was so strangly 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 joy'd to see her hearts delight . Her Fathers Horse which well she knew her mothers hood and safeguard to , He brought with him to testifie her parents order he came by . Which when her unckle understood he hop't it would be for her good , And gave consent to her straight way , that with him she should come away . When she was got her love behind they pass'd as swift as any wind , That in two hours or little more he brought her to her Fathers door . But as they did this great haste make he did complain his head did ake , Her handcherchief she then took out and tyed 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 wee 'l have but little dream't he went to Grave . Soon were they at her Fathers door and after she ne'r see him more , I le set the Horse up then he said and there he set this harmless maid . She knockt and strait a man he cryed Whose there , 't is I , she then replyed , Who wondred much her voice to hear and was possest with dread and fear . Her Father he did rest , and then he stare'd like an affrighted man . Down stairs he ran , when he see her cry'd 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 'le see the horse well littered . He stare'd 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 deceas'd , with this intent To tell him what his daughter said so both came back unto this maid . They ask'd her and she still did say t was he that then brought her away , Which when they heard they were amaz'd and on each others strangly gaz'd . A Handcherchief she said she tyed about his head and that they ●ryed , The Sexton they did speak unto that he the grave would then undoe . 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 then they told and the whole truth they unfold , She was thereat so terrified and griev'd she quickly after dyed . Part not true love you Rich men then , but if they be right honest men , Your daughters love give them their way , for force oft breeds their lives decay .