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Words and Music: Ian McCalman
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Verse 1: The boat lies South
of Ailsa Craig in the waning of the light,
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There's
thirty men in Lendalfit to make our burdens light,
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And
there's thirty horse at Hazelholm, with the halters on their heids,
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set this night upon yon height, if wind and water speeds.
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Chorus: Smugglers drink
of the Frenchman's wine,
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And
the darkest night is the smuggler's time.
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Away
we run from the excise man,
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It's
a smuggler's life for me, it's a smuggler's life for me.
Verse 2: Oh, lass ye hae a cosy
bed and cattle ye have ten,
Can
ye no live a lawful life and live wi` lawful men?
But
must I live with hamely goods when there`s foreign gear sae fine
Must
I drink at the waterside, and France sae full of wine?
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Verse 3: O well, I'd like
to see ye Kate with the baby on thy knee
But
my heart is now with the gallant crew that plough through the angry see
The
bitter gales, the tightest sales, the sheltered bay our goal
It's
a wayward life, it's the smugglers strife, it's the joy of the smugglers soul.
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Verse 4: And when at last
the sun 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."
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