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