Ewan MacColl
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Ewan MacColl
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Ewan MacColl
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Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
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Ewan MacColl
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[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
The Deil’s Awa Wi’ The Exciseman was written by Robert Burns.