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CRAZY JANE.
Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature,
Are such signs of fears express'd;
Can a wand'ring wretched creature
With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
Trust me, sweet, thy tears are vain,
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee;
Shun not then poor Crazy Jane.
Are such signs of fears express'd;
Can a wand'ring wretched creature
With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
Trust me, sweet, thy tears 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 lov'd, oh! so sincerely,
None could ever love again;
But the youth I lov'd so dearly,
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.
Mark me, and avoid my woe;
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 receiv'd 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.
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.
