Fair Eliza.

A Gaelic Air. I.         Turn again, thou fair Eliza,             Ae kind blink before we part,         Rue 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! II.         Thee, dear maid, hae I offended?             The offence is loving thee:         Canst thou wreck his peace for ever,             Wha for time 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. III.         Not the bee upon the blossom,             In the pride o' sunny 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.