The boat rides south o' Ailsa Craig in the wanin' o' the light There's thirty men in Lendalfit tae mak our burden bright And there's thirty horse in Hazelholm, wi' the halters on their heids Well set this night upon yon height, if wind and water speed
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine And the darkest night is the smuggler's time Away we run from the excise man It's the smuggler's life for me It's the smuggler's life for me
Oh, lass, ye hae a cosy bed, and cattle ye hae ten Can ye no live a lawful life and live wi' lawful men? But must I use our hamely goods while there's foreign gear sae fine Must I drink at the waterside and France sae full of wine?
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine And the darkest night is the smuggler's time Away we run from the excise man It's the smuggler's life for me It's the smuggler's life for me
Oh weel I like to see thee, Kate, wi' the bairnie on thy knee But my heart is now wi' the gallant crew that ploughs through the angry sea The bitter gale, the tightest sail, and the sheltered bay our goal It's the wayward life, it's the smuggler's strife, it's the joy of the smuggler's soul
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine And the darkest night is the smuggler's time Away we run from the excise man It's the smuggler's life for me It's the smuggler's life for me
And when at last the dawn comes up and the cargo's safely stored Like sinless saints to church we'll go, God's mercy to afford And there's champagne fine for communion wine and the parson drinks it too With a sly wink, prays, “Forgive these men, for they know not what they do”
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine And the darkest night is the smuggler's time Away we run from the excise man It's the smuggler's life for me It's the smuggler's life for me
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