| The De'il's awa wi' the Exciseman |
The deil cam fiddling thro' the town,
And danc'd awa' Wi' th' Exciseman;
And ilka wife cries, auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man.
Chorus The deil's awa', the deil's awa',
The deil's awa' wi' th' Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa', he's danc'd awa',
He's danc'd awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
We'll mak our maut, and we'll brew our drink,
We'll laugh, sing, and rejoice, man;
And mony braw thanks to the meikie black deil,
That danc'd awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
The deil's awa', the deil's awa',
The deil's awa' wi' th' Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa', he's danc'd awa',
He's danc'd awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man,
But the ae best dance e'er cam to the land,
Was the deil's awa' Wi' th' Exciseman.
The deil's awa', the deil's awa',
The deil's awa' wi' th' Exciseman;
He's danc'd awa', he's danc'd awa',
He's danc'd awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
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