This text comes from The Book of Scottish Song, edited by Alexander Whitelaw, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Awa' wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms,
The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms;
O, gi'e me the lass that has acres o' charms,
O, gi'e me the lass wi' the weel-stockit farms!
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 charms o' the bonnie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new-deckit wi' bonnie white ewes.
And e'en when this beauty your bosom has bless'd,
The brightest o' beauty may cloy when possess'd;
But the sweet yellow darlings, wi' Geordie imprest,
The langer ye ha'e them, the mair they're carest.