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THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE
Which when her uncle understood, He hoped it would be for her good, And gave consent to her straightway 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 father's door.
But as they did this great haste make, He did complain his head did ache ; Her handkerchief she then took out. And tied the same his head about.
xv 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 dream'd he went to grave.
Soon were they at her father's door, And after she ne'er saw him more; ' I'll set the horse up,' then he said. And there he left this harmless maid.
She knock'd, and straight a man he cried, Who's there ?' ' 'Tis I,' she then replied ; Who wonder'd much her voice to hear, And was possest with dread and fear.