This page has been validated.
3
Lay the proud usurpers low,
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe;
Liberty's in every blow,
Forward—let us do or die.
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe;
Liberty's in every blow,
Forward—let us do or die.
The Deil cam fidd ling, &c.
The de'il cam fidd'ling thro' the town,
An' danc'd awa wi' the exciseman;
An' ilka auld wife cried, 'Au'd Maboun,
"We wish you luck o' the prize man.
An' danc'd awa wi' the exciseman;
An' ilka auld wife cried, 'Au'd Maboun,
"We wish you luck o' the prize man.
"We'll mak our maut, an' brew our drink,
"We'll dance and sing an' rejoice man,
"And mony thanks to the murkle black de'il,
"That danc'd awa wi the excisemen.
"We'll dance and sing an' rejoice man,
"And mony thanks to the murkle black de'il,
"That danc'd awa wi the excisemen.
"There's threesome reels, an' foursome reel's,
"There's hornpipes an' strathspeys man;
"But the ae best dance e'er cam to the lan',
"Was the deil's awa wi' the exciseman."
"There's hornpipes an' strathspeys man;
"But the ae best dance e'er cam to the lan',
"Was the deil's awa wi' the exciseman."
THE FLOWER O' DUMBLAIN.
THE sun had gane down o'er the lofty Benlomond,
An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,
An' left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene,
