Fair Eliza

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!

Ae kind blink before we part!

Rew on thy despairing luver –

Canst thou break his faithfu' heart?

Turn again, thou fair Eliza!

If to luve thy heart denies,

For pity hide the cruel sentence

Under friendship's kind disguise!

Thee, dear maid, ha'e I offended?

The offence is luving thee.

Can 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 ee,

Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,

That thy presence gi'es to me.