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.