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 Then shall my heart to fear a stranger,

Cherish its fondest hopes for the,

This dear reflection disarming danger,

My love is breathing a prayer for me.

This dear reflection disarming danger.

My love is breathing a prayer for me.

Robin is my only jo,

For Robin has the art to loe,

So to his suit I mean to bow,

Because I ken he loes me.

Happy happy was the shower,

That led me to his birken bower,

Whare first of love I fand the power,

And ken’d that Robin loed me.

They speak of napkins. speak of rings,

Speak of gloves, and kissing-strings,

And name a thousand bonny things,

And ca' them sighns he loes me.

But I'd prefer a smack o' Rob,

Sporting on the velvet fog,

To gifts as lang's a plaiden wob,

Because I ken he loes me.