AWA wi your witchcraft o Beautys 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 Beautys 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 theyre new deckit wi bonie white yowes.
Then hey, for a lass, &c.
And een when this Beauty your bosom hath blest
The brightest o Beauty may cloy when possessd;
But the sweet, yellow darlings wi Geordie impressd,
The langer ye hae them, the mair theyre carest.
Then hey, for a lass, &c.