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.