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James Hook
(1746 - 1827)
The Death of Crazy Jane
(Song)
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Publ. 1807.
Lyrics: Robert Anderson
'Twas at the hour when night retreating
Bade the screech owl seek her nest;
Gloomy vapours slow were fleeting
Morning glimmers in the East.
On the heath her wild woes telling
To the winds and beating rain,
Cold, unshelter'd, far from dwelling,
Trembling sat poor Crazy Jane.
"Alas," she cried, "ye scenes around me,
Witnesses of Henry's art;
Witnesses he faithful found me;
How he broke this tender heart.
Go, ye wild winds, try to move him,
Bid him steal this heart again;
Did he know how much I love him,
He would pity Crazy Jane."
"My Henry comes; I see him yonder
Dart like lightning o'er the heath.
Ah! no, no! my senses wander;
Since he comes not, welcome death".
Fainting, on the heath she laid her;
Soon, in pity to her pain,
Death, where love at first betray'd her,
Gave release to Crazy Jane.
'Twas at the hour when night retreating
Bade the screech owl seek her nest;
Gloomy vapours slow were fleeting
Morning glimmers in the East.
On the heath her wild woes telling
To the winds and beating rain,
Cold, unshelter'd, far from dwelling,
Trembling sat poor Crazy Jane.
"Alas," she cried, "ye scenes around me,
Witnesses of Henry's art;
Witnesses he faithful found me;
How he broke this tender heart.
Go, ye wild winds, try to move him,
Bid him steal this heart again;
Did he know how much I love him,
He would pity Crazy Jane."
"My Henry comes; I see him yonder
Dart like lightning o'er the heath.
Ah! no, no! my senses wander;
Since he comes not, welcome death".
Fainting, on the heath she laid her;
Soon, in pity to her pain,
Death, where love at first betray'd her,
Gave release to Crazy Jane.