Page:Margaret and the minister (1).pdf/7

7 Hey for a lass wi’ a tocher.

Awa wi' your whitchcraft 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

Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher, Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher; Then hey for a lass wi a tocher, Toe 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 bonny green knowe Ilk spring they’re new decked wi bonny white yowe Then hey, &c

And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest The brightest o'beauty may cloy when possess; But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geodie impicest The langer ye hae them—the mair they’re carest. Then hey, &c