a lass wi' a tocher
tune—“ballinamona ora.”
awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,
the slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms,
o, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms,
o, gie me 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 m that blows,
and withers the faster, the faster it grows:
ut the rapturous charm o' the bonie green knowes,
ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
then hey, for a lass, c.
and e'ehis beauty your bosom hath blest
the brightest o' beauty may cloy when possess'd
ut the sweet, yellow darlings wi' geordie impress'd,
the langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest.
then hey, for a lass, c.
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