The Irish Dragoons, or, Pretty Peggy of Derby O/Sweet Robinette

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.

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Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1801.