HEY FOR A LASS WI’ A TOCHER.
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 stock it farms.
Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher.
Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher.
Then hey Tor 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 bonnie green knowes,
Ilk spring they’re new deckit wi’ bonnie white yowes.
Then hey, &c.
And e’en when this beauty your bosom has blest,
The brightest o’ beauty may cloy when possest;
But the sweet yellow darlings, wi’ Geordie imprest,
The langer ye hae them the mair they’re imprest.
Then hey, &c.
