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( 7 ) With many a pretty ridge of land,

Makes Farmers rich and braw.

They do abound with fine fruit-trees,

With beer and corn, beers and peae,

With milk and butter, and fine cheee,

Or any thing that you do pleae,

And that's not far awa', awa', &c.

Then take a walk along with me,

The great Canal then you shall ee,

And veels up and down it flee,

With goods from far awa'.

Behold and ee the great Sea-lock,

How all the Ships about it flock

With every thing to fill a shop,

Likewie oat-meal, that is no mock.

That’s come not far awa', awa, &c.,

It's like unto great Egypt's Nile,

It does us all with plenty fill,

Sends portions to both vale and hill,

And countries far awa'.

The waters down the locks, that fall.

Sing praies to the great M'Kell,

But mournfully they give a knell,

Most like unto a funeral-bell,

Saying but he’s now awa' awa', &.

Of Carron next let’s take a view.