Four songs (1)/Crazy Jean
Crazy Jean.
Why, fair maid, in every feature,
are ſuch ſigns of fear expreſs’d?
Can a wandering wretched creature,
with ſuch terror fill thy breaſt?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
truſt me, ſweet, thy fears are vain;
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee,
ſhun not then poor crazy Jean.
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—oh! ſo ſincerely,
none could ever love again!
But the youth I lov’d ſo dearly
ſtole the heart of crazy Jean.
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 Jean.
Now forlorn and broken hearted,
and with frenzied thoughts beſet,
On the ſpot where once we parted,
on the ſpot where firſt we met.
Still I ſing my love born ditty,
ſtill I ſlowly pace the plain;
Whilſt each paſſer-by, in pity,
cries, “God help thee, crazy Jean!”