Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1871-01-27
Written for the Perrysburg Journal.l
THE OUTcAsT MANIAC.
ny nRAnR MRLnouRNE.
Hsi they have come with their chains, bolt


Ha they have come with their chains, bolts
and bars
To feiter the body and fasten the doors;
Thank God, they've forgotten the shutters to
draw,
And the mooubeams slant in through the bars
on the floor.
A maniac they call me, and shrink as they
And the jailor's rough hand trembles Oft in
ITS work,
As he fastens me down to the 1oor OF the cell
Right here in the corner where mad demons
lurk.
But I'm not afraid of them, let them come. on,
Sometime I'LL be queen Of the whole fiendish
band,
Queen of them all, and they'll smile en- me
then
III hide in the winecup all over the land
Hush baby, hush we will watch by the gate,
Papa will come 10 us soon, precious one,
Last night prayed all the weary hours through,
Last night l said "ThY will ever be done"
But, baby darling, my heart has grown cold;
Were il not loved one, for you on my breast,
| would go mad with the pain II has cost
Leaving me ever in torturing unrest.
Baby, oh baby, love him the same,
Though he has blotted our name with dis
grace;
Mine, mine is nothing, but, darling, hoTl como
And rain loving kisses all over your face.
Oh is he false, baby darling, to usH
Closer cling, loved one, my arms are SO
weak,
Soon he will call me his wife, and your lips
Shall murmur dear father the first words
they speak.
Baby, my baby, oh God tits a dream;
am child by the bright river side,
Gathering wild flowers and adnrning the tomb
Of Willie and johnny, my brothers that died.
Oh am I wild Little pet you're so cold,
will not leave you alone any more.
Leave you alone while eagerly watch,
Listening in vain for his step at the door.
Ha It's a phantom, | see 1t again,
Baby is dead meath the willow he sleeps,
l am maniac and chained in cell
For my poor baby will nobody weepP
Nv God what is that 10 the hall by the door7
Loose me, oh Loose me, | see 1t aganj
Fcnds, am ready, ri follow you now
Down to the regions Of torment and pain.
Hear them they mock me, they laugh Ut my
chains,
Bid me unoose them and follow them now
Look tits the glitering crown of a queen,
When l am flee It's to place on my brow.
Jailor, oh TAILOR unfasten the chain,
Oh they have gone and have left the alone,
Through the long night will call, vainly call,
Through the long night will wearily moan.
Listen my baby is crying | know,
Baby, that starved in my arms that cold night,
Hear him oh hear him, see see that pale
form,
Dying of hunger. my God what sight.
Oh yes he came, what blessing it was,
The baby was dead and the woman gone
mad;
OF of your hands, was it of Of your soulH
Whisper low darling, wasn't you glad
NJ. I'll not tell them, | loved you too well;
| She is so beautiful, your promised bride,
Aud If she ever should ask you Of me,
Speak it so gently, she long ago died.
Take off these chains, let me find them say,
| No, twould be folly, for, oh am mad,
Yes, l am sure that the light in his eye
Told that his spirit was secretly glad,
| Only another pure soul black with sin,
! Only another heart broken with pain;
| A maniac, ha ha what beautiful name,
List how the demons repeat it again.
ToNTooASY, January, 1871.