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ROBIN ADAIR.* |
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What made th' 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 ? Oh, it was parting with
Robin Adair. |
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3-But now thou'rt cold to me,
Robin Adair, But now thou'rt cold to me,
Robin Adair. Yet he I lov'd so well Still in my heart shall dwell; Oh, I can ne'er forget
Robin Adair. |
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* This is a simplified version of an Irish air.—Ed, |
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H. 4863. |
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