The De'il's Awa Wi' Th' Exciseman |
Robert Burns, 1792
The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town And danced 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 danced awa, he's danced awa He's danced awa wi' th' Exciseman. | 2. 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. Chorus:
3. There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, |