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Robin Adair.
What's this dull town to me?
Robin's not near:
What was't I wish'd to see?
What wish'd too hear?
Where's all the joy and mirth,
Made this town a heaven on earth:
Oh! they are 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?
Oh! it was parting with
Robin Adair.
But now thou'rt cold to me,
Robin Adair.
But now thou'rt cold to me,
Robin Adair.
Yet him I lov'd so well,
Still in my heart shall dwell;
