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vi/ J. B. Cramrr & Ca 2. What made th' assembly shine ? Robin Adair. What made the ball so fine ? Robin Adair. What, when the play was o'er. What made my heart so sore ? 'Twas that I saw no more Robin Adair. 3. But tho' thou'rt cold to me, Robin Adair, I'll still be true to thee, Robin Adair. For him I love so well Still in my heart shall dwell. Oh ! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair,
