The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman

The deilcamfiddlin’ 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’ the Exciseman,
He’s danc’d awa, he’s danc’d awa,
He’s danc’d awa wi’ the Exciseman.

We’ll makour maut, and we’ll brew our drink,
We’ll laugh, sing, and rejoice, man,
And mony brawthanks to the meikleblack deil,
That danc’d awa wi’ th’ Exciseman.
The deil’s awa, &c.

There’s threesomereels, there’s foursomereels,
There’s hornpipes and strathspeys, man,
Butthe aebest dance erecame to the land
Was-the deil’s awawi’the Exciseman.
The deil’s awa, &c.