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ROBIN ADAIR
What's this dull town to me?
Robin's not near, -
He whom I wished to
see,
Wished for to hear;
Where's all the joy and mirth
Made life a
heaven on earth?
O, they're all fled with thee,
Robin Adair!
What made the assembly shine?
Robin Adair:
What made the ball so
fine?
Robin was there:
What, when the play was o'er,
What made my heart
so sore?
O, it was parting with
Robin Adair!
But now thou art far from me,
Robin Adair;
But now I never see
Robin
Adair;
Yet him I loved so well
Still in my heart shall dwell;
O, I can
ne'er forget
Robin Adair!
Welcome on shore again,
Robin Adair!
Welcome once more again,
Robin
Adair!
I feel thy trembling hand;
Tears in thy eyelids stand,
To greet
thy native land,
Robin Adair!
Long I ne'er saw thee, love,
Robin Adair;
Still I prayed for thee,
love,
Robin Adair;
When thou wert far at sea,
Many made love to
me,
But still I thought on thee,
Robin Adair!
Come to my heart again,
Robin Adair;
Never to part again,
Robin
Adair;
And if thou still art true,
I will be constant too,
And will wed
none but you,
Robin Adair!
Caroline Keppel [1735- ? ]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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