"Stay, fair maid! On every feature,
Why are marks of dread imprest?
Can a wretched, helpless creature
Raise such terrors in your breast?

Do my frantic looks alarm you?
Trust me, sweet, your fears are vain:
Not for kingdoms would I harm you -- 
Shun not then poor Crazy Jane.

"Dost thou weep to see my anguish?
Mark me, and escape my woe:
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
Think them false -- I found them so!

For I loved, Oh! so sincerely,
None will ever love again;
Yet the man I prized most dearly
Broke the heart of Crazy Jane.

"Gladly that young heart received him,
Which has never loved but one;
He seemed true, and I believed him  -- 
He was false, and I undone!

Since 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,
Still with frenzied thoughts beset,
Near the spot where last we parted,
Near the spot where first we met,

Thus I chant my lovelorn ditty,
While I sadly pace the plain;
And each passer by, in pity,
Cries 'God help thee, Crazy Jane!'"