Her parents dear did grieve full sore, at The loss of their young daughter, Thinking she was stole away, as To all their riches she was heir to. Twelve months after this was passed, Thousands for a truth do know, According as she did desire, On her grave a damask rose grew. Many wonder’d at the same, For in the winter it did spring, If any one did crop the rose, In a moment it would grow again. The thing it blazed the country round, And thousands went the same to see, This miracle from heaven shew, He ’mong the rest must curious be. To go and see if this was true, But when unto the plant he came, The beauteous rose he saw in bloom, And eagerly he cropp’d the same. The leaves did fall from off the bush, The rose within his hand did die, He cried, ’tis fair Susannah’s blood, That spring up from her fair body. Many people that were there, Took notice of what he did say, They told him he’d a murder done, He the truth confess’d without delay. They dug and found the body there, ’Twas but this month that it was known. Before a magistrate he went, And now in prison lies forlorn. Till he his punishment receives, No doubt but he will have his due; Young men by this a warning take, Perform your vows whate’er ye do. For God does find out many ways, Such heinous sins to bring to light, For murder’s a most horrid sin, And hateful in his blessed sight. TRAGIC VERSES. Come all fair maids both far and near and listen unto me, While unto you I do relate a dreadful Tragedy, A deed of blood I will unfold which lately came to light, When ’tis made known, you’ll surely own you never heard the like. ’Tis of an honest farmer’s child, a damsel fair and young, Who was in tender years beguil’d all by a flattering tongue, The finest lady in the land could not with her compare, Her dimpled cheeks and rosy looks how charming sweet they were. Crowds of admirers flocking came, to gain fair Susan’s love; But none her favour could obtain, nor her affections move, Till by mischance a youth she met, as fate would have it so, Who caught her heart in Cupid’s net and prov’d her overthrow. A naval Captain of renown, beguil’d her tender youth, Deceit and lies he did disguise with air of seeming truth, He prais’d her looks, her shape, her air, vow’d she should be his wife, And thus did vilely her ensnare--then took her precious life. When he had thus her ruin prov’d by many a solemn vow, The very maid he vow’d to love was hateful in his view. With bitter tears she did implore that he’d his vows fulfil; But all in vain--she charm’d no more now he had had his will.