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Can a wand'ring wretched creature,
With such terrors fill thy breast? Do my frenzy looks alarm thee;
Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain : Not for kingdoms would I harm thee;
Shun not, then, poor Crazy Jane,
Mark me, and avoid my woe :
Think them false, --- I found them so.
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,
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 frenzy'd looks beset, On that spot where last we parted,
On that spot where first we met; Still I sing my love-lorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain! While each passer-by, in pity,
Cries-.."God help thee, Crazy Jane !”
BRIGHT CHANTICLEER. BRIGHT chanticleer proclaims the dawn, And spangles deck the thorn,
The lowing herds now quit the lawn,
The lark springs from the corn;
Fleet Towler leads the cry,
This day a stag must die.
The laugh and joke prevail,
The dogs snuff up the gale;
O’er fields, thro’ brakes they fly,
With a hey, ho, &p. Poor stag, the dogs thy haunches gore,
The tears run down thy face,
His joys were in the chace;
To win the blooming fair,
With a hey, ho, &c.
BRITANNIA AT NELSON'S TOMB. PALE and languid sat Britannia,
Reclining o'er her Nelson's urn, In vest of mourning, still indulging
Tears that swald, and sighs that burn! For he, in whom her heart delighted,
Whose name was terror (o the foen.
Tho', like the sun, he set in glory,
Wak'd her inmost soul to woe. Alas! bereav'd of such a treasure,
Deep she felt the sense of pain;
Consolation was in vain.
Other Nelsons to her view,
Bright as fancy ever drew.
No words reliev'd her ardent pain :
Is then thy spirit Aed ?
Among th' illustrious dead!
For thee she drops the tear;
Illumes the rolling year,
- May yield to the blacksmith to teach, For he labours still more at the bar.
Sing fal de la, &c. When great men do wrong in the state,
The Commons try hard at their poles;
The law for their hanging will teaze;
Fal de la, &c. The vices of trade he holds cheap,
And laughs at the world as it rails, For, spite of the pother they keep,
They can't make a smith eat his nails! And if, to his praise be it spoke,
To raise him still higher and higher, You may say, and without any joke, All he gets, is got out of the fire.
Fal de la, &c. Then let blacksmiths be toasted around,
For well it may always be said,
They must hit the right nail o the head.
To his metal you'll find him still true ;
Sing fal de la, &c.
BLACK EYE’D SUSAN. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eye'Susan came on board,
Oh! where shall I my true love findidit
Tell me, ve jovial sailors, tell me true,
Rock'd with the billows to and fro;
He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below. The cord slides swiftly thirough his glowing hand And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
And drops at once into her nest.
My vows shall ever true remain!'
We only meet to part again.
Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind;
In ev'ry port a mistress find---
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright:
Thy skin is ivory so white :
Let not my pretty Susan moarn;