Robert Burns, 1796
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.
|: Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher, :|
Then hey, for a lass wi' a tocher;
The nice yellow guineas for me.
2. 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.
3. And e'en when this Beauty your bosom hath blest
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