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For with a ſtrangling curd, (God wot,
great moan was made therefore,)
He hang'd himſelf in deſperate fort,
before the bride's own door.
Whereat ſuch forrow pierc'd her heart,
and troubled fare her mind is te
That ſhe could never after that!
one day of comfort find:
And wherſvever ſhe did go,
her fancy did ſurmiſe
Young Bateman's pale and ghaſtly ghoſt
appear'd before her eyes.
When the in bed one night did ly,
betwixt her huſband's arms,
In hopes thereby to ſleep and reſt
in ſafety without harm,
Great cries and grievous grouns ſhe heard,
and voice that ſometimes ſaid,
Oh! thou art ſhe that I muſt have,
and will not be deny'd.
But ſhe being now grown big with child,
was, for the infant's ſake,
Preſerved from the ſpirit's power,
no vengeance could it take:
