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202 TONE-POETRY OF ROBERT BURNS |
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V. BACCHANALIAN AND SOCIAL |
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No. 226. The deil cam fiddlin thrd the town.
Tune: The Hemp-dresser Scots Musical Museum, 1792, No. 399. |
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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!'
ChorusThe deil's awa, the deiVs awa,
The deil's awa wi' the Exciseman I 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 black deil, That 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'er cam to the land, Was The deil's awa wt the Exciseman1.' |
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