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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.