a ss wi&039; a tocher

tune—“ballaona ora”

awa&039; wi&039; your witchcraft o&039; beauty&039;s ars,

the slender bit beauty you grasp your ars,

o, gie the ss that has acres o&039; chars,

o, gie the ss wi&039; the weel-stockit fars

chor—then hey, for a ss wi&039; a tocher,

then hey, for a ss wi&039; a tocher;

then hey, for a ss wi&039; a tocher;

the nice yellow gueas for

your beauty&039;s a flower the orng that blows,

and withers the faster, the faster it grows:

but the rapturo char o&039; the bonie green knowes,

ilk sprg they&039;re new deckit wi&039; bonie white yowes

then hey, for a ss, c

and e&039;en when this beauty your bo hath blest

the brightest o&039; beauty ay cloy when possess&039;d;

but the sweet, yellow darlgs wi&039; ordie ipress&039;d,

the nr ye hae the, the air they&039;re carest

then hey, for a ss, c