CRAZY JANE.
Why, fair maid, in every feature
Are such signs of fear express’d?
Can a wandering wretched creature
With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
Trust me sweet, thy fears are vain;
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee;
Shun not then poor Crazy Jane!
Dost thou weep to see my anguish?
Mark me, and avoid my woe:
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
Think them false—I found them so:
For I loved, oh! so sincerely,
None can ever love again;
But the youth I loved so dearly
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane!
Fondly my young heart received him,
Which was doomed to love but one;
He sighed, he vowed, and I believed him—
He was false, and I undone!
From that hour has reason never
Held her empire o'er my brain:
Henry fled; with him, for over,
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane!
