Ewan MacColl — The Deils Awa Wi The Exciseman

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [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 [Verse 3] 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 [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