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.
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.
3. There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
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