The Exciseman.

Tune - "The Deil cam' fiddling through the town."


I.

    The deil cam' fiddling through the town,
        And danced awa wi' the 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' the Exciseman;
            He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa,
                He's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman!

II.

    We'll mak our maut, we'll brew our drink,
        We'll dance, and sing, and rejoice, man;
    And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil
        That danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman.

III.

    There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
        There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man;
    But the ae best dance e'er cam to the land
        Was--the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman.
            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.