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SMUGGLERS Cho: Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine And the darkest night is the smuggler's time Away we run from the exciseman It's the smuggler's life for me It's the smuggler's life for me The boat rides off frae Ailsa Craig in the waning o' the light There's thirty men in Lendalfoot tae mak' our burden bright And there's thirty horse in Hazel Home, either ha' turns on her e'e Or sit this night upon yon high if wind or waters be 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 It's champagne fine for communion wine, and the parson drinks it too With a sly wink prays, Forgive these men, they know not what they do Oh lads ye hae a cosy bed, and cattle ye hae ten Can ye no live a lawful life and live like lawful men What must I live with homely food when there's foreign gear so fine Must I drink at the waterside and France sae full of wine Ian McCalman found this in an old book - could have been called 'Scottish Minstrelsy', I'll have to ask him again - and added the chorus and tune. @drink filename[ SMUGLR SKW oct99  8note Sheet |
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