Crazy Jane (1)/Crazy Jane
Why, fair maid, in every feature,
Are ⟨⟩ of fear exprest?
Can a wandering, wretched creature,
With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzie⟨⟩ looks alarm thee?
Trust me sweet, thy fears are vain:
Not for kingdom would I harm thee:
Shun not then poor Crazy Jane.
Dost thou weep to see my anguish?
Mark me and avoid my wo;
When men flatter sigh and languish,
Think them false,———I found them so.
For I lov’d oh so sincerely,
None could ever love again,
But the youth I lov’d so dearly
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.
Fondly my young heart received him,
Which was doom’d to love but one;
He sigh’d he vow’d and I believ’d 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 ever
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.
Now forlorn and broken-hearted,
And with frenzied thoughts beset
On that spot where last we parted,
On that spot where first we met,
Still I sing my love-lorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain,
While each passer by, in pity,
Cries, God help thee, Crazy Jane.
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