Crazy Jane
 


Citation

Lewis, M. G. (Matthew Gregory), 1775-1818, “Crazy Jane,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed January 29, 2023, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31444.


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Title

Crazy Jane

Description

This item is part of the I. G. Greer Folksong Collection which consists of more than 300 individual song titles and their variants as collected by Isaac Garfield Greer (1881-1967) from informants, primarily in Ashe, Wilkes and Watauga counties. The collection includes manuscripts, typescript transcriptions produced by Dr. Greer’s clerical staff, and handwritten musical notations. Songs range from traditional Child Ballads, traditional English and Scottish ballads as well as their American variants, to 19th century popular music to musical compositions of local origin.

Subject

Popular music--England
Unrequited love--Songs and music
Mental illness--Songs and music
Warnings--Songs and music

Creator

Lewis, M. G. (Matthew Gregory), 1775-1818

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Contributor

Greer, I. G. (Isaac Garfield), 1881-1967

Format

PDF

Language

English

Type

Text

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Transcription

Crazy Jane

Why, fair maid, in every feature,
Are such signs of fear exprest?
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 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 loved—ah! so sincerely,
None could ever love again,
But the youth I loved so dearly,
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.

Fondly my young heart received him,
Which was doomed to love but one:
He sighed—he vowed—and I believed him,
He was false and I am undone.
From that hour has reason never,
Held her empire over my brain:
Henry fled—with him forever,
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.

Now forlorn and broken-hearted,
And with frenzied thought beset,
On that spot where last we parted,
On that spot where first we met,
Still I sing my lovelorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain,
While each passerby, in pity,
Cries, God help thee, Crazy Jane.

Associated Date

1800

File name

113_CrazyJane_ocr

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