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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.
