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!
There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man, But the ae best dance e'er cam to the Land Was, the deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman.Robert Burns
Wee, sleeket, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an'chase thee, Wi'murd'ring pattle!Robert Burns
It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonie, Beneath the moon's unclouded light, I held awa to Annie.Robert Burns
Just a wee deoch-an-doris, Just a wee yin, that's a'. Just a wee deoch-an-doris, Afore we gang awa'. There's a wee wifie waitin' In a wee but-an-ben; If ye can say 'It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht', Ye're a'richt, ye ken.
They sought her baith by bower and ha'; The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean.
Just a wee deoch-an-doris, just a wee yin, that's a'. Just a wee deoch-an-doris before we gang a-wa', There's a wee wifie waitin', in a wee but-an-ben; If you can say "It's a braw bricht moon-licht nicht Y're a 'richt ye ken.
O, send Lewis Gordon hame And the lad I maune name, Though his back be at the wa' Here's to him that's far awa'. O, hon! my Highlandman, O, my bonny Highlandman, Weel would I my true love ken Among ten thousand Highlandmen.
There's some say that we wan, some say that they wan, Some say that nane wan at a', man, But one thing I'm sure that at Sheriff-Muir, A battle there was which I saw, man. And we ran and they ran, and they ran and we ran, And we ran, and they ran awa', man.