The Deil's Awa Wi' the Exciseman

The Deil's Awa Wi' the Exciseman by Robert Burns

The deil cam fiddlin through the toun an danced awa wi the exciseman, while ilka wife wished him luck wi his prize. The singers say they'll mak maut, brew drink an rejoice, an ca this the best dance that ever cam to the land.

By Robert Burns · Genre: Ballad, Satirical Poetry · 221 words

First lines

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."

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 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, &c.

There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, / There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, / But the ae best dance ere came to the land / Was-the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman. / The deil's awa, &c.

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excisemen · brewin · fiddlin · dancin · deils

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