Tune—"Ballinamona Ora."
Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms,
The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms,
O, gie me the la** that has acres o' charms,
O, gie me the la** wi' the weel-stockit farms.
Chorus—Then hey, for a la** wi' a tocher,
Then hey, for a la** wi' a tocher;
Then hey, for a la** 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 bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Then hey, for a la**, &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 la**, &c.