a ss wi' a tocher
tune—“ballinamona ora.”
awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's arms,
the slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms,
o, gie me the ss that has acres o' charms,
o, gie me the ss wi' the weel-stockit farms.
chorus—then hey, for a ss wi' a tocher,
then hey, for a ss wi' a tocher;
then hey, for a ss wi' a tocher;
the nice yellow guineas for me.
your beauty's a flower in the m 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 ss, &c.
and e'ehis beauty your bosom hath blest
the brightest o' beauty may cloy when possess'd;
but the sweet, yellow darlings wi' geordie impress'd,
the nger ye hae them, the mair they're carest.
then hey, for a ss, &c.