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 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, for a lass, &c. And e'en when this Beauty your bosom hath blest The brightest o' Beauty may cloy when possess'd; But the sweet, yellow darlings wi' Geordie impress'd, The langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest. Then hey, for a lass, &c. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 25. ENVY ACCOMPANIES LOVE by PHILIP AYRES A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |