The Deil Cam Fiddlin Thro the Town"
(Robert Burns)

The deil cam fiddlin thro' the town,"
And danc'd awa wi' the 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 monie braw thanks to the meikle foul deil,"
That's danc'd awa wi' the Exciseman."

There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,"
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man,"
But the ae best dance e're cam to the land,"
Was "The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman!"

AJS