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 Now here's a health to men o' wealth,

An' men o' low degree, man;

Here's happy lives to men an' wives,

An here's to you and me, man.

Although my sang be very lang,

A langer sang I've seen, man;

I'll tak a glass an' let it pass;—

Huzza!—God save the King, man!

, fair maid, in every feature,

Are such signs of fear express'd:

Can a wand'ring, wretched creature,

With such terror fill thy breast;

Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?

Trust me, sweet, they are but 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—ah! 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,