by Caroline Keppel, Lady (c1734 - 1769)

Robin Adair
Language: English 
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!

Confirmed with The World's Best Poetry, ed. by Bliss Carman, et al. Philadelphia, John D. Morris & Co., 1904.


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