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| TURN again, thou fair Eliza! | |
| Ae kind blink before we part; | |
| Rue on thy despairing lover, | |
| Can’st thou break his faithfu’ heart? | |
| Turn again, thou fair Eliza! | 5 |
| If to love thy heart denies, | |
| Oh, in pity hide the sentence | |
| Under friendship’s kind disguise! | |
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| Thee, sweet maid, hae I offended? | |
| My offence is loving thee; | 10 |
| Can’st thou wreck his peace for ever, | |
| Wha for thine would gladly die? | |
| While the life beats in my bosom, | |
| Thou shalt mix in ilka throe: | |
| Turn again, thou lovely maiden, | 15 |
| Ae sweet smile on me bestow. | |
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| Not the bee upon the blossom, | |
| In the pride o’ sinny noon; | |
| Not the little sporting fairy, | |
| All beneath the simmer moon; | 20 |
| Not the Minstrel in the moment | |
| Fancy lightens in his e’e, | |
| Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, | |
| That thy presence gies to me. | |
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