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6 What when the play was o'er, What made my heart so sore? Oh! it was parring with Robin Acair.

But now thou'rt cold to me Robin Adair, But now thon'rt cold to me Robin Adair: Yet him I lov'd se well, Still in my heart shall dwell; Oh! I can ne'er forget Robin Adair.

AWAY WITH THIS SADNESS.

Away with this pouting and sadness- Sweet girl! will you never give o'er? I love you by heaven! to madness, And what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old women's fable, That oaths are as short as a kiss; I'll love as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this.

Then waste not the time with professions; For not to be bless'd when we can Is one of the darkest transgressions, That happen 'twixt woman and man. Pretty moralist! why thus beginning My innocent warmth to reprove?