The De'il's Awa Wi' Th' Exciseman
The De'il's Awa Wi' Th' Exciseman

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 danced 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 meikle 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 danced 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 danced awa wi' th' Exciseman.


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