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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,
