The boat rides on for Wilsa Craig,
in the wane and all the light.
There's thirty men in Landelfet to make our burden bright.
And there's thirty horses in Hazel
Home with the halters on their head.
Well,
can't this night upon your light,
if wind and water speak?
Smugglers drink of the
Frenchman's wine,
and the darkest night is the smugglers time.
Away we run from the
excised man.
It's the smugglers life for me.
Oh lassie, ay,
a cosy bed,
and
cuddly a ten.
Can ye no live a lawful life,
and live with lawful men?
But must I use our haimling goose,
while the spawn in tears they play?
Must I drink at the
water's side, and frown the sea full of white?
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine,
and the darkest night is the smugglers time.
Away we run from the excised man.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.
Oh will I lie to say ye hate,
with a penny on thy knee?
No, we the gallant crew,
that pow'r through the angry sea.
The bitter gale,
the tightest sail,
and the sheltered bay are go.
It's the wayward life,
it's the smugglers strife,
it's the joy of the smugglers soul.
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine,
and the darkest night is the smugglers time.
Away we run from the excised man.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.
And when
at last the dawn comes up,
and the cargo's safely stored,
like sinless saints the church will go,
God's mercy to afford.
And the champagne,
fine for communion wine,
and the passion drains it too.
Let us live in praise,
forgive these men,
for they know not what they do.
Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine,
and the darkest night is the smugglers time.
Away we run from the excised man.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.
It's the smugglers life for me.