Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blinkbefore we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart?
Turn again, thou fair Eliza!
If to love thy heart denies,
Oh, in pity hide the sentence
Under friendship’s kind disguise!
Thee, sweet maid, haeI offended?
My offence is loving thee;
Can’st thou wreck his peace for ever,
Whafor thine would gladly die?
While the life beats in my bosom,
Thou shalt mix in ilka throe:
Turn again, thou lovely maiden,
Aesweet smile on me bestow.
Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o’sinnynoon;
Not the little sporting fairy,
All beneath the simmermoon;
Not the Minstrel in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e’e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.