An’ ’neath the Duke’s bloody paws dree’d fu sairly? Wha but the lads wi’ the bannocks o’ barley. Bannock# o’ barley, &c.
THE DEIL’S AWA wi’ the EXCISEMAN.
The deil cam fiddling thro’ the town, And danc’d awa wi’ the Exciseman; And ilka wife cry’d, Auld Mahoun, We wish you luck o' the prize, man.
We’ll inak our maut, and brew our drink. We’ll dance, and sing, and rejoice, man; And monie thanks to the muckle black deil. That danc’d awa wi’ the Exciseman.
There’s threesome reels, and foursome reels. There’s hornpipes and strathspeys, man: But the ae best dance e’er cam to our lan’. Was—the deil’s awa wi’ the Exciseman.
THE BAD WIFE.
O, Jamie, lad, hear my advice, And warning tak’ by me, man, For if ye get a wife like me. You’ll ru’t until ye die, man. For when that I was in my youth,
