Six excellant (sic) new songs (1)/Kind Robin Loes Me

by Anonymous

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.

He's tall and sonsy frank and free,
Loed by a' and dear to me,
Wi' him I'd live wi' him I'n dia,
Because my Robin loes me.
My titty Mary said to me,
Our courtship but a joke wad be,
And I or lang be made to see,
That Robin didna loe me.

But little ken she what has been,
Me and my honest Rob beween,
And in his wooing O, sae keen,
Kind Robin is that loes me,
Then flee ye lazy hours away,
And hasten on the happy day,
When “join your hands” Mess John shallsay
And mak him mine that loes me.

Till then let every chance unite,
To weigh our love and fix delight,
And I'll look down on a wi' spite,
Wha doubt that Robin loes me,
O hey, Robin quo she,
O hey, Robin quo she,
O hey, Robin quo she,
Kind Robin loes me,

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