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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 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?

    Robin was there.

What when the play was o'er,

What made my heart so sore?

Oh, it was parting with

    Robin Adair.

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.