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THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE
Hereat this young man sadly grieved, But knew not how to be relieved; He sigh'd and sobb'd continually That his true love he could not see.
She by no means could to him send, Who was her heart's espoused friend; He sigh'd, he grieved, but all in vain, For she confined must still remain.
He mourn'd 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 died.
She that from him was sent away Knew nothing of his dying day ; But constant still she did remain, And loved the dead, although in vain.
After he had in grave been laid A month or more, unto this maid He comes in middle of the night, Who joy'd to see her heart's delight.
Her father's horse which well she knew, Her mother's hood and safeguard too, He brought with him to testify Her parents' order he came by.