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Lost Poem -- Robin Adair????
Posted by: Rhonda0705 (---.90.110.160.Dial1.Richmond1.Level3.net)
Date: January 28, 2004 11:02AM

Does anyone know how I would find the poem Robin Adair? I don't know the author or necessarily the type of poetry, just that it has this name in it. Please advise, it's for a birthday present in early February

When we raced the Robin Adair
Posted by: Henry (213.78.97.---)
Date: January 28, 2004 12:22PM

When we raced the Robin Adair by Cicely (rhymes with nicely) Fox Smith.

It's one of her poems about sailing ships - I'll look for the words. It's been put to music, probably by Bob Roberts the Thames bargeman, though he was too modest (or masculine) to admit it.

Re: Lost Poem -- Robin Adair????
Posted by: Henry (213.78.97.---)
Date: January 28, 2004 12:30PM

A search of the Digital Tradition at The Mudcat Cafe reveals this one;

by Lady Caroline Keppel

What's this dull town to me
Robin's not near
What was't I wish'd to see
What wish'd to hear
Where all the joy and mirth
Made this town heaven on earth
Oh, they're all fled with thee
Robin Adair
What made th' assembly shine
Robin Adair
What made the ball sae fine
Robin was there
What when the play was o'er
What made my heart so sore
Oh, it was parting with
Robin Adair
But now thou'rt cold to me
Robin Adair
But now thou'rt cold to me
Robin Adair
Yet he I loved so well
Still in my heart shall dwell
Oh, I can ne'er forget
Robin Adair

It also appears in The Blaydon Races

We flew past Armstrong's factory
And up by the Robin Adair
But gannin ower the Railway Bridge
The bus wheel flew off there
The lasses lost their crinolenes
And veils that hide their faces
I got two black eyes and a broken nose
In gannin to Blaydon Races

Now I want to know, Who was Robin Adair?

Re: Lost Poem -- Robin Adair????
Posted by: Henry (213.78.97.---)
Date: January 28, 2004 12:35PM

from a poem by Cicely Fox Smith ("Racing Clippers"),
sung by Dave Webber & Anni Fentiman

Now I've never done much good in me time
I've been a waster through and through.
And the only things that I've ever done
Was the things I wanted to do.
Like blowing me chances and wasting me pay
Of these things I've had me share
But I was one of the Clansmen's crowd
When we raced the Robin Adair.

There was a big tough Scouser and a cockeyed Swede
And a kid from the County Clare
And we made up the starboard watch
When we raced the Robin Adair.
Murphy fell from a topsail yard in the Pole Star years ago.
And Clancy died with a knife in his side in a bar in Callao.
Bill got married and settled down and the rest are God knows where.
But that was all so long ago when we raced the Robin Adair.

We was yardarm to yardarm in Sidney Head
And then she started to blow.
And soon the Clansmen was reeling them off
At fifteen knots or so.
The old man grinned as he faced the wind,
Saying, "This is the weather for her."
"Me lads," he cried, "You've seen the last
Of the wonderful Robin Adair."

Til early one morning when the sun arose
And the day had just begun.
We spied a ship hauled down astern
And a-coming along like fun.
The old man swept his glass to his eye
And you should have heard him swear
For up from the south with a bone in her mouth
There came the Robin Adair.

So we started piling the canvas on
And it had to stay there, too.
'Twas a fair old breeze in the morning time
But, by God, that night it blew.
I've seen some strange things in me time
But it surely made me swear.
Crackin on sail in a Biscay gale
Just to beat the Robin Adair.

Now we made the London river at last
By twelve of the Wapping clock.
I counted the chimes as we tied her up
To the buoys in the London dock.
We made that race in sixty-nine days
With a tale of a time to spare
But that was all so long ago
When we raced the raced the Robin Adair.

Now these old ships have gone to chips
Nigh forty year or more.
She was sold away to a foreign bunch
And the blighters they run her ashore.
But somewhere south of the Ramarees
And north of the Straits LeMaire
With the fishes cruising around her ribs
There lies the Robin Adair.

Re: Lost Poem -- Robin Adair????
Posted by: Henry (213.78.97.---)
Date: January 28, 2004 01:38PM

From [www.goireland.com] /> Robin Adair, made famous by the popular ballad set to the air of "Eileen Aroon," is regarded by many people as a legendary Scotsman. Actually he was a real person, an Irishman of Leinster indeed one might say he was two such persons. There were two eighteenth century characters called Robin Adair and each has been claimed as the hero of the ballad. One was Robin Adair of Hollybrook, near Bray, the head of a Dublin firm of wine merchants (Aldridge, Adair and Butler), a convivial sportsman whose harp was of sufficient interest to be described by Petrie in his essay on that instrument. The other Robin Adaire was born about 1714 and died in 1790: at the age of 22 he got into trouble in his native city of Dublin where he was a medical student, rose to be surgeon-colonel in the British army and, having declined a baronetcy, ended his life an honorary member of the College of Surgeons, Ireland. Lady Caroline Keppel, whom he married, is said to have written the words of the ballad while heart-broken on account of the opposition of her family to the match.

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