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The Suffolk Miracle
3 Although he has twelve months been dead He arose and rode this milk-white steed. Your mother's cloak, your father's steed, My love, I've come for you with great speed.
4 They rode more swifter than the wind. At last, at last, three hours or more, At last, at last, three hours or more, He sot her at her father's door.
5 Just as they got within the gate, He did complain his head did ache.
She drew her handkerchief from around her neck AniS bound it round her lover's head.
6 She reached around to kiss his lips.
She says: My love, you're colder than the clay.
When we get home some fire we'll have ;
But little did she know he'd come from the grave.
7 Go in, go in, my love, go in, Till I go put this steed away.
Her knocking at her father's door — The sight of her love she saw no more.
8 This old man arose, come putting on his clothes, Saying : You're welcome home, dear child, to me; You're welcome home, dear child, to me.
What trusty friend did come with thee ?
9 Did you not send one I did adore,
I loved so dear, could love no more ?
Him a-knowing he had twelve months been dead,
It made the hair rise on the old man's head.
10 The very next morning this was to do, This young man raise and him to view. Although he had twelve months been dead, The handkerchief was around his head.
11 Come parents all, both old and young,
Your children love more precious than gold. For in love let them have their way, For love brings many to their grave.