John Davy
(1763 - 1824)

Crazy Jane
(Song)
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Publ. c.1798. A Ballad sung by Mrs Mountain with the greatest Applause at Mr Rauzzini's concerts, Bath.
Lyrics: Matthew Gregory Lewis

Why, fair maid, in ev'ry 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, my 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 could ever love again,
But the youth I loved so dearly
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.

Fondly my young heart receiv'd him,
Which was doom'd to love but one;
He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I believ'd 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 ever
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.

Now forlorn and broken hearted,
And with frenzied thoughts beset;
On that spot where last we parted,
On that spot where first we met,
Still I sing my lovelorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain,
Whilst each passer-by in pity
Cries "God help thee, Crazy Jane".