What's this dull town to me? Robin's not near, What was't I wish'd to see, What wish'd to hear? Where's all the joy and mirth, Made this town heav'n on earth? Ah! they're all fled with thee, Robin Adair. What made th'assembly shine? Robin Adair! What made the ball so fine? Robin Adair! What, when the play was o'er, What made my heart so sore? Ah! was parting with Robin Adair! But now thou'rt cold to me, Robin Adair! But now thou'rt cold to me, Yes he I loved so well Still in my heart shall dwell, Ah! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair!
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