A Lass Wi’ A Tocher

Awa’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s alarms,
The slender bitBeauty you grasp in your arms,
O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms,
O, gieme the lass wi’ the weel-stockit farms.

Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher,
Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher;
Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher;
The nice yellow guineas for me.

Your Beauty’s a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the rapturous charm o’ the bonie green knowes,
Ilkspringthey’re new deckit wi’ boniewhite yowes.
Then hey, for a lass, &c.

And e’enwhen this Beauty your bosom hath blest
The brightest o’Beauty may cloy when possess’d;
Butthe sweet, yellow darlings wi’Geordieimpress’d,
The langer ye haethem, the mairthey’re carest.
Then hey, for a lass, &c.