I wish you luck o' your prize, man.'

We'll mak our maut, and we'll brew our drink, [malt]
We'll laugh, and sing, and rejoice, man;
And mony braw thanks to the muckle black De'il [big]
That danced awa wi' th' Exciseman.

There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man; [dance tunes]
But the ae best dance e'er cam to the lan'. [one]
Was--_The De'il's awa wi' th' Exciseman_.


COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE

Comin' thro' the rye, poor body,
Comin' thro' the rye,
She draigl't a' her petticoatie, [draggled]
Comin' thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body [If]
Comin' thro' the rye;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?

Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the glen;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need the warld ken?