Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 376. SongThe Deils awa wi the Exciseman |
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| 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. | |
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| Chorus.The deils awa, the deils awa, | 5 |
| The deils awa wi the Exciseman, | |
| Hes dancd awa, hes dancd awa, | |
| Hes dancd awa wi the Exciseman. | |
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| Well mak our maut, and well brew our drink, | |
| Well laugh, sing, and rejoice, man, | 10 |
| And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil, | |
| That dancd awa wi th Exciseman. | |
| The deils awa, &c. | |
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| Theres threesome reels, theres foursome reels, | |
| Theres hornpipes and strathspeys, man, | 15 |
| But the ae best dance ere came to the land | |
| Was the deils awa wi the Exciseman. | |
| The deils awa, &c. | |
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