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.