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My dear will ye go to the fair;
For friends or foes ye need not fear,
To Falkirk let's awa'.
For friends, &c.
When to our town they do advance,
Like ladies in fine clothes they glance,
And now and then they take a dance,
With lads that's neat and braw,
And when they are gaing home at night
Each merchant ſtrives with all his might,
Whoſe windows ſhall ſhow the beſt light,
And all their ſhopes does ſhine full bright,
To light them all awa.'
Each Thurſday is our market-day'
When farmers to their ſervants ſay,
Make haſte, and let us all away
To Falkirk ane and a,'
Then each ſide of our ſtreet they deck,
With beans and peaſe full many a ſack,
And bear and earn, with a large peck,
Which never on the ſeas did lack,
That's come not far awa.'
