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!