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Now here's a health to men o' wealth,
An' men o' low degree, man;
Here's happy lives to men an' wives,
An here's to you and me, man.
Although my sang be very lang,
A langer sang I've seen, man;
I'll tak a glass an' let it pass;—
Huzza!—God save the King, man!
CRAZY JANE.
Why, fair maid, in every 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 me, sweet, they are but 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 lov'd—ah! so sincerely,
None could ever love again;
But the youth I lov'd so dearly,
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.
Fondly my young heart receiv'd him,
