The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toon.
And danced awa' wi' th' Exciseman,
And ilka auld wife cried 'Auld Mahoun,
We wish ye luck o' the prize, man.
The deil's awa'. the deil's awa'.
The deils' awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
He's danced awa', he's danced awa',
He's danced awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
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.
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' th' Exciseman.'