# New way of Oxter my laddie/The beauties of Falkirk

THE BEAUTIES OF FALKIRK. Tune—Jockey to the Fair.
Where are the Poets, are they all dead? Or is the Muse from Falkirk fled? That nothing's of our country said, Tho' it's so rich and braw! Six Fairs we have into the year, When lads does at the lasses speer, My dear, will ye go to the Fair? For friends or foes ye need not fear, To Falkirk let's awa', awa', To Falkirk let's awa'.
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 going home at night, Each merchant strives with all his might, Whose 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 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 beer and corn, with a large peck. Which never on the seas 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 cheese and butter they bring down, The pound's ounces twenty-twa. From east and west comes all things good, All necessaries for clothes and food; And there's nothing bad that is allow'd, Or those that sell shall sorely ru't, And with shame be sent awa, awa', &c.,
Then turn about to the east hand, The Kerses all like gardens stand, ​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 pease, With milk and butter, and fine cheese, Or any thing that you do please, And that's not far awa', awa', &c.
Then take a walk along with me, The great Canal then you shall see, And vessels up and down it flee, With goods from far awa'. Behold and see the great Sea-lock, How all the Ships about it flock With every thing to fill a shop, Likewise 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 praises 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. ​⟨The wonder of the⟩ whole, I true, For all the rest may to it bow, And that's baith ane and a': What numbers from them do get bread! For many a family by them is fed, And every week their money's paid, For Call-again by them's kill'd dead, And far he's sent awa', awa', &c.
Their Ships send terror unto France, For to our coasts if they advance, They soon will make them reel and dance, They ne'er will get awa': Like Men-of-War they do appear, When up to London they do steer; For France and Spain they do nor fear, Becase they dare not them come near, At home nor far awa', awa'. &c.
Great Authors do resound our fame, And celebrate our ancient name, Our Arthur's Oven and dyke of Graham, That's heard of far awa. Then let a health, my friends, go round, With peace and plenty we abound; 'Mongst us no want is to be found. Of wars may we ne er hear the sound, But from us far awa', awa', But from us far awa'.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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