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The Suffolk Miracle
2 When her old father came this to know That she did love young Villian so,
He sent her off three hundred miles or more,
And swore that back home she should come no more.
3 This young man wept, this young man cried, In about six months for love he died; Although he had not been twelve months dead Until he rode a milk-white steed.
4 He rode up to his uncle's home And for his true love he did call.
5 Here's your mother's coat and your father's steed; I've come for you in great speed.
And her old uncle, as he understood, He hoped it might be for her good.
6 He jumped up, and her behind, And they rode faster than the wind; And when he got near her father's gate He did complain that his head did ache.
7 A handkerchief she pulled out
And around his head she tied it about, And kissed his lips and thus did say: My dear, you're colder than the clay.
8 Get down, get down, get down, says he, Till I go put this steed away.
While she was knocking at the door The sight of him she saw no more.