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This is a song about a love stricken teenager and his Mother's advice. I wrote the music in a traditional style as I only have the words and no sheet music. you may like the other songs I have on you tube .The lyrics are below What ails thee, my son Robin ? My heart is sore for thee Thi cheeks are grooin' thinner, An' th' leet has laft thi e'e; Theaw trails abeawt so lonesome, An' looks so pale at morn; God bless tho, lad, aw'm soory To see tho so forlorn. II. Thi fuustep's sadly awter't,— Aw used to know it weel,— Neaw, arto fairy-stricken, lad; Or, arto gradely ill? Or, hasto bin wi' th' witches I'th cloof, at deep o'th neet? Come, tell mo, Robin, tell mo,― For summat is not reet! III. "Eh, mother, dunnut fret yo; Aw am not like mysel'; But, 'tisn't lung o'th feeorin' That han to do wi' th' deil; There's nought 'at thus could daunt mo, I'th cloof, by neet nor day;— It's yon blue een o' Mary's;— They taen my life away." IV. "Aw deawt aw've done wi comfort To th' day that aw mun dee, For t' place hoo sets her fuut on, It's fairy greawnd to me; But, oh, it's no use speykin', Aw connut ston her pride; An' when a true heart's breykin' It's very hard to bide!" V. Neaw, God be wi' tho, Robin; Just let her have her way; Hoo'll never meet thy marrow, For mony a summer day; Aw're just same wi' thi feyther, When first he spoke to me: So, go thi ways, an' whistle; An' t' lass'll come to thee!