Ooops, missed a couple of breaks and I was getting so cocky

Well the government cutters the hugged the shore with a glass upon rum row.
For they know the Nellie Banks is out upon the bay, and the runner is sure to show.
And Millington keeps her four miles out, for the boundary it is free.
But late at night when the cutter's out of sight, she slips into a lee.

On an August night in the pale moonlight, with the Banks off Short point shore
A shot rang out and a man began to shout, "Heave to, or we'll fire more!"
And the morning light saw a terrible sight, the Banks was towed away.
No more will the Nellie J Banks run rum, no more will the fishermen say.