[A composite music volume : containing Davidson's musical miracles eighty-four duets for a shilling, adapted for the violin, flute, accordion, or any treble instrument, and Davidson's musical miracles one hundred and fifty Scotch songs for a shilling] . d wadna, &c« Viv THE DEILS AWA WI TH^ EXCISEMAN. The Poetry by Burns ; the Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. ^^^im M^=^ m. -d-u—^—W -J~ ^-^ The deil cam fid - dlinthi-ough the toun, And dancd a-wa withex - cise - man 5 —i ? •—V^— -t^-* And 11 - ka wife cries—Auld Ma-houn, I wish you luck o the prize, man 1 The deils m^^^^^^ r- a-wa, the dei
[A composite music volume : containing Davidson's musical miracles eighty-four duets for a shilling, adapted for the violin, flute, accordion, or any treble instrument, and Davidson's musical miracles one hundred and fifty Scotch songs for a shilling] . d wadna, &c« Viv THE DEILS AWA WI TH^ EXCISEMAN. The Poetry by Burns ; the Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. ^^^im M^=^ m. -d-u—^—W -J~ ^-^ The deil cam fid - dlinthi-ough the toun, And dancd a-wa withex - cise - man 5 —i ? •—V^— -t^-* And 11 - ka wife cries—Auld Ma-houn, I wish you luck o the prize, man 1 The deils m^^^^^^ r- a-wa, the deils a-wa, The deils a - wa, wi* thex-cise-man; Hes i—J J— liZli E^^^ ^ i E^ -F dancd a - wa, hes dancd a - wa, Hes dancd a -. w?i wi thex - cise - iqan. Well mak our maut, well brew our drink,Well dance, sing, and rejoice, man! Acd mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil,That dancd awa wi th exciseman. The dtiVs awa. &c. Theres threesome reels, theres foursome reels,Theres hornpipes and strathspeys, man ; But the ae best dance eer cam to the , The deils awa wi th deils awa &c. 42 DAVIDSONS TJNIVEllSAL MELODIST. NANCYS TO THE GREEN-WOOD GANE. Sppttish Melody.—The Words by Ainslip. Moderatq. But a that he could say or dp, She geckd and scorn - ed at him; And, aye when he be - - gan to woo, S]ie bade him mind wha gat him. What ails ye at my dad? quoth he. My minuie or my auntie ?Wi crpwdy-mowdy they fed me, Lang-kale, and ranty-tanty :Wi bannocks o gude barley-meal, Of thae there was richt plenty,Wi chappit stocks fu butterd weej, And was not that richt dainty ? Although my father was nae laird, Tis daffin to be keppit aye a guid keile-yard, A ha house, and a pantry :A guid blue bonnet on his head. An owerlay bout his craigie ;And, aye until the day he dee^d, He rade on guid shanks-naigie. i Now wae and wonder on your snout, Wad ye hae bonnie Nancy ?Wad ye compare yoursel to me— A docken till a tanzie ?I hae a wooer o my ain,
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