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!
LADY CAROLINE KEPPEL.
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown
Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy hill—
O the breath of the distant surf!—