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CRAZY JANE.
Why, fair maid in every feature,
Are such signs of fear expressed,
Can a wand'ring 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.
Are such signs of fear expressed,
Can a wand'ring 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—ah, so sincerely,
None could ever love again,
But the youth I loved 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 loved—ah, so sincerely,
None could 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 sigh'd, he vow'd; 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 ever,
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.
Which was doomed to love but one.
He sigh'd, he vow'd; and I believed him,
He was false and I undone,
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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.
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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