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ROBIN Q U O ’ S H E.
Robin is my only Joe,
Robin has the art to loo.
So to his fuit I mean to bow,
Becaufe I ken he loo’s me ;
Happy, happy, was the fliow’r,
That led me to his birken bow’r;
"Where firft of love I fand the pow’r,
Andken’d that Robin loo’d me.
They fpeak of napkins, fpeak of rings -
Speak of gloves, and kilfing firings ;
And name a thou fand bonny things.
And ca’them figns he loo’s me ;
But I’d prefer a fmack of Rob,
Sporting on the velvet fog,
To gifts as lang’s a plaiden wobb„
Becaufe I ken he loo’s me.
He’s tall and fonfy, frank and freer,
Loo'd by a’, and dear to me ;
Wi’ him I’d live, wi’ him I’d die,
Becaufe my Robin loo’s me.
My titty Mary faid to me,
Our courtfhip but a joke wad be,
And I ere lang be made to fee
That Robin did na’ loo’ me.
But little kens fhe what has been
Me and my honeft Rob between,
And in his wooing, O! fo keen
Kind Robin is that loo’s me ;
Then fly, ye lazy hours, away,
And haften on the happy day.
When, join’d our hands, mefs John fhallfayj
And mak him mine that loo’s me.
’Till then let every chance unite.
To weigh our love and fix delight.
And I’ll look down on fuch wi’ fpite,
Wha doubt that Robin loo’s me.
O! hey, Robin, quo’ fhe,
O! hey, Robin, quo’ fhe,
O ! hey, Robin, quo’ fhe,
Kind Robin loo’s me !