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...