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!