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The Deil's forhooit his ain his ain	A
The Deil's forhooit his ain	A
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk	B
For the Deil's forhooit his ain	A
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The Deil he tuik his stick and his hat	C
And his yallow gluves on he drew	D
The coal's sae dear and the preachin sae flat	C
And I canna be aye wi' you	D
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The Deil's c	B
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But I'll gie ye my blessin afore I gang	B
Wi' jist ae word o' advice	E
And gien onything efter that gaes wrang	B
It'll be yer ain wull and ch'ice	E
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Noo hark There's diseases gaein aboot	C
Whiles are and whiles a' thegither	D
Ane's ca'd Repentance haith hand it oot	C
It comes wi' a change o' weather	D
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For that see aye 'at ye're gude at the spune	A
And tak yer fair share o' the drink	B
Gien ye dinna I wadna won'er but sune	A
Ye micht 'maist begin to think	B
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Neist luik efter yer liver that's the place	E
Whaur Conscience gars ye fin'	A
Some fowk has mair o' 't and some has less	E
It comes o' breedin in	A
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But there's waur nor diseases gaein aboot	C
There's a heap o' fair spoken lees	E
And there's naething i' natur in or oot	C
'At waur with the health agrees	E
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There's what they ca' Faith 'at wad aye be fain	A
And Houp that glowers and tynes a'	F
And Love that never yet faund its ain	A
But aye turnt its face to the wa'	G
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And Trouth the sough o' a sickly win'	A
And Richt what needna be	B
And Beauty nae deeper nor the skin	A
And Blude that's naething but bree	B
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But there's ae gran' doctor for a' and mair	D
For diseases and lees in a breath	H
My bairns I lea' ye wi'oot a care	D
To yer best freen Doctor Death	H
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He'll no distress ye as quaiet's a cat	C
He grips ye and a'thing's ower	D
There's naething mair 'at ye wad be at	C
There's never a sweet nor sour	D
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They ca' 't a sleep but it's better bliss	E
For ye wauken up no more	D
They ca' 't a mansion and sae it is	E
And the coffin lid's the door	D
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Jist ae word mair and it's verbum sat	C
I hae preacht it mony's the year	D
Whaur there's naething ava to be frictit at	C
There's naething ava to fear	D
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I dinna say 'at there isna a hell	I
To lee wad be a disgrace	E
I bide there whan I'm at hame mysel	I
And it's no sic a byous ill place	E
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Ye see yon blue thing they ca' the lift	C
It's but hell turnt upside doun	A
A whummilt bossie whiles fou o' drift	C
And whiles o' a rumlin soun	A
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Lat auld wives tell their tales i' the reek	B
Men hae to du wi' fac's	E
There's naebody there to watch and keek	B
Intil yer wee mistaks	E
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But nor ben there's naebody there	D
Frae the yird to the farthest spark	B
Ye'll rub the knees o' yer breeks to the bare	D
Afore ye'll pray ye a sark	B
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Sae fare ye weel my bonny men	A
And weel may ye thrive and the	J
Gien I dinna see ye some time again	A
It'll be 'at ye're no to see	E
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He cockit his hat ower ane o' his cheeks	E
And awa wi' a halt and a spang	B
For his tail was doun ae leg o' his breeks	E
And his butes war a half ower lang	B
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The Deil's forhooit his ain his ain	A
The Deil's forhooit his ain	A
His bairns are greitin in ilka neuk	B
For the Deil's forhooit his ain	A

George Macdonald

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