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Then shall my heart to fear a stranger,
Cherish its fondest hopes for the,
This dear reflection disarming danger,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
This dear reflection disarming danger.
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
KIND ROBIN LOES ME.
Robin is my only jo,
For Robin has the art to loe,
So to his suit I mean to bow,
Because I ken he loes me.
Happy happy was the shower,
That led me to his birken bower,
Whare first of love I fand the power,
And ken’d that Robin loed me.
They speak of napkins. speak of rings,
Speak of gloves, and kissing-strings,
And name a thousand bonny things,
And ca' them sighns he loes me.
But I'd prefer a smack o' Rob,
Sporting on the velvet fog,
To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob,
Because I ken he loes me.
