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The Suffolk Miracle
9 Get up, get up, get up, says he,
You're welcome home, dear child, says he, You're welcome home, clear child, says he, What trusty friend did come with thee ?
10 Dear old father, do you know, The one that I once loved before.
The old man knowing he had been twelve months dead It made the hair rise on his head.
11 He summoned clerks and clergies too, The grave was to open and him to view. Although he had been twelve months dead The handkerchief was around his head.
12 Come all of ye, both young and old, Who love your children better than gold, And always let them have their way For fear that love might prey (?) decay.
2 It's first they vowed and then they swore Back home she should not come no more. This young man was taken sad, No kind of news could make him glad. His day had come, his hour had passed, Unto his grave he must go at last.