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( 6 ) And when they are going home at night,

Each merchant strives with all his might,

Whoe windows shall show the best light;

And all their shops do shine full bright,

To light them all awa', awa', &c.

Each Thursday is our market-day.

When Farmers to their ervants ay,

Make haste and let us all away

To Falkirk ane and a'.

Then each ide of our street they deck

With beans and pease, full many a ack,

And beer and corn, with a large peck.

Which never on the eas did tack,

That's come not far awa', awa', &c:

And the Muirlands do all they can,

To feed and nourish our fine town.

For cheee and butter they bring down,

The pound's ounces twenty-twa.

From east and west comes all things good,

All necearies for clothes and food;

And there's nothing bad that is allow'd,

Or thoe that ell hall orely ru't,

And with shame be ent awa, awa', &c.,

Then turn about to the east hand,

The Keres all like gardens stand,