American Old Time Song Lyrics: 07 The Female Smuggler
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 7
THE FEMALE SMUGGLER.
In sailor's clothing young Jane did go,
Dressed like a sailieur, from top to toe,
With a brace of pistuls all by her side,
Like a female smuguler, like a female smuguler.
That feared not wind or tide.
Chorus.
Like a female smuguler.
Like a female smuguler.
That feared not wind or tide.
"What do you want? " says the commodore.
"I come to fight for my father's store;"
She drew a pistuel, shot him through,
Like a female smugtuler. like a female smuguler.
Then to her parient flew.-Chorus.
Oh, mothier, mothier, make my bed,
In a loving foot-grave have me buried;
Let four young maidens my body bear.
Like a female smuguler, like a female smuguler.
That nothing could scare.-Chorus.