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, 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!