Sweet Robin
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Amidst the changing seasons,
Beneath the chestnut tree,
Is where I met sweet Robin,
He's waiting there for me,
I lie here in the sunshine,
This place I love to rest,
For he's right there beside me,
Such red upon his chest.
Oh Robin, sweet Robin,
Why don't you stay?
Oh Robin, sweet Robin,
Don't fly away!
Jayne Louise Davies
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