Friday, January 25, 2008

The Bard And The Bottle

The Deil's Awa Wi' Th' Exciseman 1. The Deil cam fiddlin thro' the town, And danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman! And ilka wife cries: -'Auld Mahoun, I wish ye luck o' the prize, man! Chorus The Deil's awa, the Deil's awa, The Deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman! He's danc'd awa, he's danc'd awa, He's danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman! 2. ' 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' th' Exciseman! 3. ' There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance ere cam to the land Was The Deil's Awa wi' th' Exciseman!' Why is it my favourite Burns poems involve, or are about drinking? This one, 'No Churchman Am I' and 'A Bottle And A Friend...........? Yeah, something a bit wrong there.......... Ach!

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