A Lass Wi' A Tocher |
Robert Burns, 1796
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; The nice yellow guineas for me. | 2. 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, Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes. Chorus:
3. And e'en when this Beauty your bosom hath blest |