Robin Adair

Lady Caroline Keppel (c. 1734–1769)

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!

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