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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.
KIND ROBIN LOES 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.
