Fair Eliza
Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part!
Rew on thy despairing lover –
Canst thou break his faithfu’ heart?
Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
If to love thy heart denies,
For pity hide the cruel sentence
Under friendship’s kind disguise!
Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?
The offence is loving thee.
Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,
Wha for thine wad gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe.
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Ae sweet smile on me bestow!
Not the bee upon the blossom
In the pride o’ sinny noon,
Not the little sporting fairy
All beneath the simmer moon,
Not the Poet in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e’e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.
