Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 550. Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher |
| | | | | Tune—“Ballinamona Ora.” |
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| 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. | |
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| Chorus.—Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher, | 5 |
| Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; | |
| Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; | |
| The nice yellow guineas for me. | |
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| Your Beauty’s a flower in the morning that blows, | |
| And withers the faster, the faster it grows: | 10 |
| But the rapturous charm o’ the bonie green knowes, | |
| Ilk spring they’re new deckit wi’ bonie white yowes. | |
| Then hey, for a lass, &c. | |
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| And e’en when this Beauty your bosom hath blest | |
| The brightest o’ Beauty may cloy when possess’d; | 15 |
| 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. | |
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