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If I do break my Vow, quoth she,
While I remain alive,
Be seen at all to thrive.
This passed on for two Month's space,
And then this Maid began To settle Love and liking too
Upon another Man: Ferman, who a Widower was,
Her Husband needs must be,
And better in Degree.
To Bateman she deny'd ;
She utterly defy'd,
will me forsake,
Another Husband take,
For, surely I shall have
When for thy fake in Grave.
Therefore be thou assured,
What torments I endur'd.
And finished his Life,
And made old Ferman's Wife,
Great Moan was made therefore,
Before the Bride's own Door.
Whereat such Sorrow pierc'd her Heart,
And troubled sore her Mind, That she could never after that
One Day of Comfort find; And wheresoever she did go,
Her Fancy did surmise, Young Bateman's pale and ghastly Ghost
Appear'd before her Eyes. When she in Bed at Night did lye
Betwixt her Husband's Arms, In hope thereby to sleep and rest,
In Safety without Harms; Great Cries and grievous Groans she heard
A Voice that sometimes cry'd,
I will not be deny'd.
Was for the Infant's sake,
No Vengeance could it take.
As God appointed so,
That sought its Overthrow.
And safely brought to Bed,
And farther Sorrow bred :
Desiring them to stay,
I shall be borne away.
With pale and ghaftly Face,
Will not depart this place.
Alive or Dead I'm his by Right,
And surely he will have,
What I by Promise gave.
O watch with me this Night I pray,
And see you do not sleep,
My Body can you keep.
Yet nothing could suffice,
So being all full fast asleep,
To them unknown which way,
From thence was borne away;
Nor to this Day can tell ;
In any Age befel.
And would good Husbands chuse,
By no Means do refuse.
Will dreadful Vengeance take,
Do Nender Reckoning make.
XXXVIII. The Suffolk Miracle : Or,
A Relation of a Young Man, who a Month after his Death appear'd to his Sweetheart, and
Horseback behind him for forty Miles in two Hours, and
never seen after but in his Grave.
To the Tune of, My Bleeding Heart, &c.
Wonder stranger n'er was known
Than what I now shall treat upon,
He had a Daughter fair and bright,
There was a young Man living by,
He made Address to her, and the, Did grant him Love immediately ; But when her Father came to hear, He parted her, and her poor Dear :
Forty Miles distant was she sent,
Hereat this Young Man fadly griev'd,
She by no Means could to him fend,
He mourn'd so much, that Doctor's Art
She that from him was sent away,
After he had in Grave been laid