Hi, it wouldn't let me do a Lyrics Add, maybe something about my lost cookie. Anyway, here they are:

THE SUFFOLK MIRACLE
(Dean Gitter on Bloody Ballads?? Remembered/slightly amended by Mrrzy)

There was an old and a wealthy man.
He had a daughter fine and grand.
She was handsome, neat and tall
And dancèd to no lover's call.

Many a squire came this way
The handsome lady for to see.
At length there was a widow's son.
'Twas found he was her chosen one.

When her old folks came this to know,
They sent her far away from home,
Which broke this young man's tender heart
When he and his true love did part.

His day had come, his hour had passed,
Into his grave he went at last.
When he'd been no more than twelve months dead,
Up from the grave he raised his head.

This young man rose, put on his clothes,
And after her he chose to go.
It was a dark and cheerless night
When he started for his heart's delight.

When he'd come to the place he knew,
He said: "My love, I've come for you.
At your mother's wish and your father's heed,
I've come for you all in great speed."

She dressed herself in rich attire
And rode away with her heart's desire.
But ere they came to her father's gate,
He complained and cried how his head did ache.

Her handkerchief she then took out
And with it tied his head about.
She kissed his lips and then did say:
"My dear, you're colder than the clay."

"Get down, get down, get down," he cried,
"While I go put this steed inside!"
But when she knocked at her father's door,
The sight of him she saw no more.

When her father saw her, he did say:
"Who's come with you this very long way?"
"Well, the one I love, I love so well,
I love him more than tongue can tell."

The hair did rise on the old man's head
For he knew her love had long been dead.
He wrung his hands and he wept full sore,
Crying out, "My child, your love's no more!"

They sent for clerk and clergy too
To open the grave and the corpse to view.
And though he had been twelve months' dead,
The handkerchief was 'round his head.