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It was a braw time of ſweet delight
For I oxter'd my laddie the length of the night.
The length of the night,
The length of the night,
For I oxter'd my laddie the length o the night.
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.
