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The Suffolk Miracle (3) There was a squire lived in this town He was well known by the people round; He had a daughter of beauty bright And she alone was his heart's delight. There was a squire a-courting came But none of them could her fancy gain Until a lad of low degree He fell in her arms and she fancied he. It's when her father he came to hear He separated her from her dear, Four score miles or better he had her sent To her uncle's house and her discontent. This fair one unto her bed of down She heard a deep and a deadly sound, She heard a deep and a deadly sound Saying, "Unloose those bandages that's lightly bound She looked out of her window clear And saw her true love on her father's mare, Saying, "Your mother's orders you must obey And your father's anger to satisfy." She jumped on to the mare's behind And they rode off with contented mind, They rode on till this sad mourn he made Saying, "My dearest dear how my head do ache." She had a handkerchief of holland clear And around her true love's head she bound, She kissed his lips and this sad mourn she made Saying, "My dearest dear you're as cold as clay." They rode along to her father's cot, Loud for her father she thus did call, Saying, "Father dear did you send for me!" And by such a young man she nam-ed he. Her father knowing this young man was dead Caused every hair to stand on his head, He wrung his hands and he wept full sore But this young man's darling wept ten times more. She arose, to the churchyard goes, She riz the corpse that was lying once dead, She riz the corpse that was nine months dead With a holland handkerchief tied round his head So come all young men and maidens, It's never be persuaded by your parents dear, For when love and virtue it is all gone There's no recalling it back again. Child #272 Collected by Creighton and Senior, Nova Scotia Collected from William Gilkie note: The basic story, that of the ghost returning, courting the maiden, being given a kerchief and vanishing, later to be exhumed wearg the kerchief, has become a bit mangled here. RG RG Apr98
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