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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.