SongThe Deils awa wi the Exciseman
The deil cam fiddlin thro the town,
And dancd awa wi th Exciseman,
And ilka wife cries, Auld Mahoun,
I wish you luck o the prize, man.
Chorus.The deils awa, the deils awa,
The deils awa wi the Exciseman,
Hes dancd awa, hes dancd awa,
Hes dancd awa wi the Exciseman.
Well mak our maut, and well brew our drink,
Well laugh, sing, and rejoice, man,
And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil,
That dancd awa wi th Exciseman.
The deils awa, &c.
Theres threesome reels, theres foursome reels,
Theres hornpipes and strathspeys, man,
But the ae best dance ere came to the land
Was the deils awa wi the Exciseman.
The deils awa, &c.
Poems by Robert Burns