Robert Burns - A La** Wi' A Tocher lyrics

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.