Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,claire
Date: 06 Jul 12 - 10:41 PM

hello!

i was just looking for the lyrics to

"the smuggler" on which have been posted above....

the version i have is not by Scolds Bridle but by "the petrels" a very hard band to track down or find any info about. i heard them on a folk radio station years ago, and fell in love!

maybe that was the version you were looking for?

(not to be confused with a band called 'petrels' it is 'the petrels'

hope this helped! and thanks for the lyrics!

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,claire again!
Date: 06 Jul 12 - 10:52 PM

oh.... they went by the petrels but now do not....its just petrels... but there is also another band by the same name... but only one did the smuggler song. :/

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,claire
Date: 06 Jul 12 - 11:53 PM

Petrels - the smuggler



my love he is a smuggler
he sails upon the sea.
and i long to be a smuggler
and sail along with he

for to sail along with he
for the brandy and the wine
and to run the tubs that slapped him
when the moon do shine

for the hollands it is a fine drink
for them that feels the cold
ah but brandy it is a far better drink
for those that are getting old

theres a light upon the cliff tops
when the boats are homeward bound
and the guiding light at stack point
will bring us safe and sound

the king he is a fine king
in his bright red coat
ah but i do love my smuggler
in his little fishing boat

for he runs about and slays
and he spends his money free
and i long to be a smuggler
and sail along with he

for the channel it is his kingdom
from england and to france
and he leads his revenue cutters
a very merry dance

and its then he gets on shore?
he confounds the excised man
and he leaves his boat safe moored
to come to me again

for to come to me again
for the brandy and the wine
and to run the tubs that slapped him
when the moon do shine
when the moon do shine

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Oct 14 - 05:49 AM

It was played this Monday morning on source fm on the one and all show, a song about the Carter family, all smugglers

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Oct 14 - 06:28 AM

A song from west Cornwall about the Carters', a family of smugglers, it was on the radio this morning and I've been searching but someone found it for me :-)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Oct 14 - 06:31 AM

. Of Prussia Cove where I was born a song I'll here begin
2. Me father is a smuggler bold and well do he ...
3. To land a cargo of the goods he never thought a sin
4. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
5. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

6. John Carter is me father's name, the king of all his kin
7. He is an honest man and keeps his word through thick and thin
8. For mounted men and ... guard he doesn't give a pin
9. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
10. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

11. Our locker is the Rose and Crown; we've locked her down from rain(?)
12. A double button(?) to her, she is snug as any bin
13. To see the kegs she brings from France 'twould make a donkey grin
14. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
15. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

16. No mark of kegs nor sinking stone is ever seen within
17. Across the channel rough or smooth so sweetly do she spin
18. What joy me boys to land the goods nor lose a guilder kin
19. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
20. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

21. We've friends galore along the shore; there's dear old Squire Prynn
22. And every farmer near or far ...
23. And Parson ... don't despise a case of ...
24. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
25. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

26. For speed to all preventive spies from ... sands to ...
27. They'd saw a poor man's boat in half and joy to do him in
28. Why should they take the bread away we work so hard to win
29. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
30. And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 13 Oct 14 - 06:34 AM

For speed from all preventing eyes from Praa sands(near Prussia cove) to the Lynn(?)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,Searanger
Date: 13 Oct 14 - 09:43 PM

Is this song not titled 'The King of Prussia' and can anyone fill in the missing words.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 18 Oct 14 - 06:08 AM

I think it could be and I think I have the missing words somewhere...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: Reinhard
Date: 18 Oct 14 - 08:37 AM

The Petrels that Claire was wondering about in July 2012 are Jackie Oates and Belinda O'Hooley.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Oct 14 - 02:24 PM

the king of prussia by brenda wootton

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Oct 14 - 02:29 PM

She was a Cornish poet and folk singer

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Oct 14 - 02:46 PM

Our Lugger (kind of boat good for smuggling) is the rose and crown

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Oct 14 - 02:54 PM

2 and well do 'ee(he) fit in,
8 Four mounted men and a coupla (couple of) guard he doesn't give a pin
26 from Tresco to the Lynn

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,#
Date: 14 Apr 15 - 12:49 PM

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carters_of_Prussia_Cove

That may help clear up confusion regarding the title.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,#
Date: 14 Apr 15 - 01:46 PM

Autobiography of a Cornish Smuggler by Harry Carter

Can be read online and via numerous other devices. Project Gutenberg strikes again.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: GUEST,GUEST
Date: 29 May 17 - 04:41 PM

Late to the party as usual!

Lyrics as performed by CROWD and a great melody.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=elTKqisXXCE

The Smugglers Song
Of Prussia Cove where I was born a song I'll here begin
Me father is a smuggler bold and well do not him
To land a cargo of the goods he never thought a sin
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

John Carter is me father's name, the king of all his kin
He is an honest man and keeps his word through thick and thin
For mounted men and cutlass guard he doesn't care a pin
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

Our lugger is the Rose and Crown; we bought her at Penryn
A double bottom to has she as snug as any bin
To see the stuff she brings from France 'twould make a donkey grin
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

No marker keg nor sinking stone is ever seen within
Across the channel rough or smooth so sweetly do she spin
What joy me boys to land the goods nor lose a guilder kin
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

We've friends galore along the shore; there's dear old Squire Prynn
And every farmer near and far and matey at the inn
And Parson Vegas don't despise a case of Hollands gin
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

False speed to all preventive spies from Trescas and Selyn
They'd saw a poor man's boat in three and joy to do him in
Why should they take the bread away we work so hard to win
And 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in
Yes 'tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Smuggler: 'My love he is a smuggler'
From: Reinhard
Date: 20 Jan 24 - 09:50 AM

The song's author Ralph Dunstan prints these lyrics in his Cornish Song Book (1929):

On February 25, 1929, I spent the afternoon with Mr. Tregarthen, at his home in Newquay; and when he had read through the whole of Part I of this work, he said: “But there isn’t a Smuggler’s Song, we must have one!” Having searched in vain for suitable words, I wrote the following, and Mr. Tregarthen added the final touches. The appropriate and fine tune of The Lincolnshire Poacher suggested the lilt of the words.

A CORNISH SMUGGLER’S SONG

Of Prussia Cove where I was born, a song I’ll here begin;
My father is a smuggler bold, and well do he “knaw tin”,
To “land a cargo of the goods” he never thought a sin,
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.

John Carter is my father’s name, the King of all his kin,
He is “an honest man”, and keeps his word thro’ thick and thin.
For mounted men and cutlass’d guard he doesn’t care a pin,
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.

Our lugger is the Rose and Crown, us bought her at Penryn;
A double-bottom, too, has she, as snug as any bin.
To see the tubs she brings from France would make a dunkey grin,
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.

No mark of keg or sinking-stone is ever seen within;
Across the channel, rough or smooth, so sweetly does she spin.
What joy my boys to “land the goods“, nor lose a kilderkin!
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.

We’ve friends galore along the shore: there’s dear old Squire Prynn,
And every farmer near and far, and Mathey at the inn;
And passun Vigurs doant despise a case of Hollands gin!
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.

Poor speed to all Preventive spies from Tresco Sands to Lyn;
They’d saw a poor man’s boat in dree and joy to do him in!
Why should they take the bread away we work so hard to win?
And ’tis my delight on a moonless night to run the cargo in.