A Lass Wi’ A Tocher

Type: Song
Tune: Ballinamona Ora.(listen here, scroll down 1/2)

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.

Chorus-Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher,
Then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher;
Then hey, for a lass 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 lass, &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 lass, &c.

RobertBurns.org

January 25th, or thereabouts, Burns aficionados celebrate the birthday of the Scot poet.

There are 3 main features of such a celebration.  Scotch whiskey, poetry readings, and haggis,   (sheep’s heart, liver and lungs boiled in the animal’s stomach.)

I’ve attended – I’ve eaten,  and haggis  is not for me.  Sorry, I really tried.

Papillon,   Chelsea,  has turned heads with a more palatable rendition of the dish which includes,  confit pork belly,  foie gras,  sweetbreads,  morels and black truffles served with the finest Limousin beef fillet.  It will be accompanied by ratte potato purée and Madeira glazed turnips.

I believe I have the stomach for this variation.