Harriet Abrams' setting of Crazy Jane, the text by Matthew "Monk" Lewis, inspired a slew of items upon the same subject. This piece, both words and music, was published anonymously.

Lyrics: "A lady"

The evening of a summer's day,
Without a thought to cheer,
A lovely damsel seemed to say
"Why is not Henry here?"
With trembling steps and drooping head,
She slowly crossed the plain;
Her hopeless heart, she often said,
Shed tears for Crazy Jane.

For love deserted, broken vows,
Of false and perjured man,
She did the fickle god accuse,
Which could her heart trepan:
The dusky night began to draw
It's influence o'er the main;
She starts, she looks, she surely saw
The ghost of Crazy Jane.

Now, trembling at the awful scene,
She saw the spectre move;
And gently gliding o'er the green,
Soon lost it in the grove:
There, wand'ring 'midst the lonely wood,
With sadness in her train:
Is often seen in direful mood
The ghost of Crazy Jane.