Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912
Robin Adair

     Caroline Keppel

What's this dull town to me?
Robin's not near;
What was't I wished to see,
What whished to hear?
Where's all the joy and mirth
That made this town a heav'n on earth?
Oh! they're all fled with thee,
Robin Adair.

What made th' assembly shine?
Robin Adair;
What made the ball so fine?
Rovin Adair;
What, when the play was o'er
What made my heart so sore?
Oh! it was parting with
Robin Adair.

But now thou'rt far from me,
Robin Adair.
And now thou'rt cold to me, Robin Adair;
Yet him I loved so well
Still in my heart shall dwell,
Oh! i can ne'er forget
Robin Adair.

© 1999, Lynn Waterman