by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town,
And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman;
And ilka wife cries, auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o' the prize, man.
  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' the' 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 meikle black deil,
That 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.


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