Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Robin Adair

Robin Adair.

Welcome on shore again,  Robin Adair!Welcome once more again,  Robin Adair!I feel thy trembling hand;Tears in thy eyelids stand,To greet thy native land,  Robin Adair!

Long I ne'er saw thee, love,  Robin Adair!Still I prayed for thee, love,  Robin Adair!When thou wert far at sea,Many made love to me,But still I thought on thee,  Robin Adair!

Come to my heart again,  Robin Adair!Never to part again,  Robin Adair!And if thou still art true,I will be constant too,And will wed none but you,  Robin Adair!