Seven Select Songs/Hey for a lass wi' a tocher
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HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER.
Awa wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,The slender bit beauty you grasp in your armsO gie me the lass that has acres o' charmsO gie me the lass wi' the 'weel stocki farms. Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, 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 charms of the bonny green knowes,Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonny white yowes. Then hey, &c.
And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest,The brightest of beauty may cloy when possest;But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie die imprest,The langer ye hae them the mair they're carest. Then hey, &c.