Robin is a lovely lad

Robin is a lovely lad,
No lass a smoother ever had;
Tommy hath a look as bright
As is the rosy morning light;
Tib is dark and brown of hue,
But like her colour firm and true;
Jenny hath a lip to kiss
Wherein a spring of nectar is;
Simkin well his mirth can place
And words to win a woman's grace;
Sib is all in all to me,
There is no Queen of Love but she.