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From the ſhore’s pleaſant dreams to the banks of the Lee,
The peer of my Damon I never could ſee:
His looks were ſo pleaſant, ſo chearful and gay:
He charms the nymphs in the merry month of May.
He ſung ſo harmonious which made the vallies ring,
And the birds is ſweet concert melodiouſly ſing:
The nymphs & young ſwains all crowd from afar,
And thought themſelves happy while my ſhepherd was near.
Let mirth, joy and pleaſure, in vallies ne’er be ſeen,
Let nymphs & young ſhepherds no more grace the green,
Let the lark and linnet no more ſtrain their throats,
Or charm the bowers with their ſoft melting notes.
Let Flora’s gay mantle no more grace the grove,
’Till the happy day of the return of my love:
Then all our paſt pleaſures we’ll renew once again,
And above all my pleaſures, I’ll crown him my ſwain
SWEET ROBINETTE.
SWeet, ſweet Robinette, all the ſhepherds declare,
They never yet ſaw ſo enchanting a fair,
The ſwains all admire her, no mortal as yet,
Has e’er ſeen a girl like my ſweet Robinette.
Her eyes they would melt you, her cheeks they diſcloſe,
The beautiful tint of the pale bluſhing roſe;
The nymphs full of envy do nothing but fret,
To ſee all the ſwains ſigh for ſweet Robinette.
All nature ſeems pleas’d as ſhe trips it along,
Her ſmiles make the lark ſwell his rapturous ſong,
The ſhepherds their cares and their labours forget,
gaze on the charms of my ſweet Robinette.
So gentle her manners they ſoften the ſage,
She’s the May-day of youth, and the ſuramer of age,
I love her, adore her, I’ll venture a bet,
You never ſaw a girl like my ſweet Robinette.
Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1801.
