Crazy Jane : a favorite song

Why, fair maid in every feature,

Are such signs so fair expressed?

Can a wandering wretched creature

With such terror fill thy breast?

Does my frenzy look so ugly?

Trust me, sweet, life's airs are vain,

Not for kingdoms would I harm thee,

Shun not then, poor Crazy Jane.

Does my frenzy seem to harm thee?

Mark me and avoid my woe,

When men flatter, sigh, and languish,

Think them false, I found them so.

For I love thee so sincerely

None could ever love again,

Young Henry fled and with him forever

Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.

Fondly my young heart receiv'd him,

Which was doomed to love but one.

He sighed - he vowed - and I believed him,

He was false - and I undone.

Since that hour has reason never

Held her empire o'er my brain,

Young Henry fled and with him forever

Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.

Lonely now and broken hearted,

And with frenzied thoughts beset

On that spot where last we parted,

On that spot where first we met.

Then I will sing my lovelorn ditty,

Still I'll lonely pace the plain,

And each passerby in pity cries:

"God help poor Crazy Jane!"