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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="440" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 10 -->
<HEAD>The Suffolk Miracle,</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P>OR, A Relation of a Young Man, who, a Month after his Death, appeared to his Sweet-heart, and carryed her behind him Forty Miles in two hours time, and was never &s;een after but in the Grave.</P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>My bleeding heart,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>A Wonder &s;tranger ne'r was known</L>
<L>then what I now &s;hall treat upon,</L>
<L>In <HI>Suffolk</HI> there did lately dwell</L>
<L>a Farmer rich and known full well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He had a Daughter fair and bright,</L>
<L>on whom he plac'd his chief delight,</L>
<L>Her beauty was beyond compare</L>
<L>&s;he was both vertuous and fair.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There was a young man living by,</L>
<L>Who was &s;o charmed with her eye,</L>
<L>That he could never be at re&s;t,</L>
<L>he was with love &s;o much po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He made addre&s;s to her, and &s;he</L>
<L>did grant him love immediately;</L>
<L>But when her Father came to here,</L>
<L>he parted her and  and her poor dear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Forty miles di&s;tant was &s;he &s;ent</L>
<L>unto his brothers with intent,</L>
<L>That &s;he &s;hould there &s;o long remain</L>
<L>till &s;he had chang'd her mind again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hereat this young man &s;adly griev'd</L>
<L>but knew not how to be reliev'd,</L>
<L>he &s;igh'd and &s;ob'd continually</L>
<L>that his true love he could not &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She by no means could to him &s;end</L>
<L>who was her hearts e&s;pou&s;ed friend,</L>
<L>He &s;igh'd &s;he griev'd but all in vain</L>
<L>For &s;he co<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span">n'd must &s;till remain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He mourn'd &s;o much that Doctors art</L>
<L>could give no ea&s;e unto his heart</L>
<L>Who was &s;o &s;trangly terrified</L>
<L>that in &s;hort time for love he d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ght</L>
</LG>
<LG>
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<L>She that from him was &s;ent away,</L>
<L>knew nothing of his dying day,</L>
<L>But con&s;tant &s;till &s;he did remain</L>
<L>to love the dead was then in vain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>After he had in grave been laid</L>
<L>a month or more unto this maid,</L>
<L>He comes about middle of the night</L>
<L>who joy'd to &s;ee her hearts delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Fathers Horse which well &s;he knew</L>
<L>her mothers <UNCLEAR>hood</UNCLEAR> and &s;afeguard to,</L>
<L>He brought with him to te&s;tifie</L>
<L>her parents order he came by.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which when her unckle under&s;tood</L>
<L>he hop't it would be for her good,</L>
<L>And gave con&s;ent to her &s;traight way,</L>
<L>that with him &s;he &s;hould come away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When &s;he was got her love behind</L>
<L>they pa&s;s'd as &s;wift as any wind,</L>
<L>That in two hour&s; or little more</L>
<L>he brought her to her Fathers door.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But as they did this great ha&s;te make</L>
<L>he did complain his head did ake,</L>
<L>Her handcherchief &s;he then took out</L>
<L>and tyed the &s;ame his head about.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And unto him &s;he thus did &s;ay</L>
<L>thou art as cold as any clay,</L>
<L>When we come home a fire wee'l have</L>
<L>but little dream't he went to Grave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Soon were they at her Fathers door</L>
<L>and after &s;he ne'r &s;ee him more,</L>
<L>Ile &s;et the Hor&s;e up then he &s;aid</L>
<L>and there he &s;et this harmle&s;s maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She knockt and &s;trait a man he cryed</L>
<L>Who&s;e there, 'tis I, &s;he then replyed,</L>
<L>Who wondred much her voice to hear</L>
<L>and was po&s;&s;e&s;t with dread and fear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Father he did re&s;t, and then</L>
<L>he &s;tare'd like an affrighted man.</L>
<L>Down &s;tairs he ran, when he &s;ee her</L>
<L>cry'd out my Child how cam'&s;t thou here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Pray Sir did you not &s;end for me</L>
<L>by &s;uch a me&s;&s;enger &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>Which made his hair <UNCLEAR>flare</UNCLEAR> on his heart,</L>
<L>as knowing well that he was dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where is he then to her he &s;aid</L>
<L>he's in the &s;table quoth the maid,</L>
<L>Go in &s;aid he and go to bed</L>
<L>I'le &s;ee the hor&s;e well littered.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He &s;tare'd about and there could see</L>
<L>no &s;hape of any mankind &s;ee,</L>
<L>But found his hor&s;e all on a &s;weat,</L>
<L>which made him in a deadly fret.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Daughter he &s;aid nothing too</L>
<L>nor no one el&s;e though well they knew,</L>
<L>That he was dead a month before</L>
<L>for fear of grieveing her full &s;ore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her father to his Father went</L>
<L>who was decea&s;'d, with this intent</L>
<L>To tell him what his daughter &s;aid</L>
<L>&s;o both came back unto this maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>They ask'd her and &s;he &s;till did &s;ay</L>
<L>twas he that then brought her away,</L>
<L>Which when they heard they were amaz'd</L>
<L>and on each others &s;trangly gaz'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Handcherchief &s;he &s;aid &s;he tyed</L>
<L>about his head and that they <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ryed,</L>
<L>The Sexton they did &s;peak unto</L>
<L>that he the grave would then undoe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Affrighted then they did behold</L>
<L>his body turning into mould,</L>
<L>And though he had a month been dead</L>
<L>this kercheif was about his head.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This thing unto her then they told</L>
<L>and the whole truth they unfold,</L>
<L>She was thereat &s;o terrified</L>
<L>and griev'd &s;he quickly after dyed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Part not true love you Rich men then,</L>
<L>but if they be right hone&s;t men,</L>
<L>Your daughters love give them their way,</L>
<L>for force oft breeds their lives decay.</L>
</LG>
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<P>Printed by and A. M, and &s;old by the Book&s;ellers of <HI>Pye-corner</HI> and <HI>London-bridge</HI></P>
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