A lass more bright
My amorous flight,
Impell❜d by love's fond workings,
Shall loudly sing,
Like anything,
'Tis charming Peggy Perkins.
Some men compare
The favourite fair
To every thing in Nature?
Her eyes divine
Are suns that shine,
And so on with each feature.
Leave, leave ye fools
These hackneyed rules,
And all such subtle quirkings,
Sun, moon, and stars
Are all a farce-
Compar'd to Peggy Perkins.
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, 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, oh! so sincerely,
None can 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 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 frenzied thoughts 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!
When forc'd to quit his native land,
Young William bade farewell,
As Susan fondly wrung his hand
Her tears in torrents fell;
And soft she sigh'd, her anxious heart,
With many a fear beset,
Oh! would we were not now to part,
Or that we ne'er had met.
Dame Fortune smil'd on William's pains,
And blest his growing store,
Now gone three years, his honest gains,
To Susan's feet he bore,
"Nor think," he said, “that William's heart, Can e'er its vows forget.
Dismiss your fears, no more we'll part,
Since we once more have met."
Ah! ere the honey-moon was flown,
They curs'd the marriage life,
A very husband Will was grown,
And Sue a very wife.
She said that he was false at heart,
He call'd her light coquette,
And both exclaim'd next week we'll part,
I wish we ne'er had met.
On the waves the wind was sleeping,
Swift the boat approach'd the land;
There a lovely maid was weeping,
Who can female tears withstand?
Hush'd at once the boatswain's ditty,
Gently dipp'd his silent oar;
While he said in sounds of pity,
Prithee, sweet-heart, weep no more.
Then on land he sprung so lightly,
While with mingled hopes and fears,
Rais'd her head and beaming brightly,
Shone her blue eyes thro' her tears.
Left exposed to want and danger,
Friendless on a foreign shore;
Ah! she said, you vainly, stranger,
Kindly tell me, weep no more.
Far from home in exile roving,
Who shall now my shelter be,
Lost each friend, so loved, so loving,
Now what heart shall feel for me?
Poor Nanine, thy brain is turning,
Poor Nanine, thy heart is sore.
Poor Nanine, thy tears are burning,
Die Nanine, and weep no more.
Mark, he cried, yon distant city,
There my shelter, thine shall be,
Mark my bosom swell'd by pity,
There's a heart which feels for thee;
wealth I here surrender,
Tis not gems or shining ore,
'Tis a heart, warm, honest, tender,
Take it, 'Sweet, and weep no more.
Gently tow'rds his boat he led her,
Soon it touch'd his native strand,
There his labour cloth'd and fed her,
There he gain'd her heart and hand.
Still with love his eyes behold her,
Still tho' many a year is o'er,
Does he bless the hour he told her,
Prithee, sweetheart, weep no more!
MISS HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS.
Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires, The sun from India's shore retires: To Evan banks with temp'rate ray, Home of my youth, he leads the day. Oh banks to me for ever dear! Oh stream, whose murmurs still I hear All, all my hopes of bliss reside Where Evan mingles with the Clyde.
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