The Smuggler
O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he;To go along with he for the satins and the wine,And run the tubs at Slapton when the stars do shine.O Hollands is a good drink when the nights are cold,And Brandy is a good drink for them as grows old.There is lights in the cliff-top when the boats are home-bound,And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.The King he is a proud man in his grand red coat,But I do love a smuggler in a little fishing-boat;For he runs the Mallins lace and he spends his money free,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he.
O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he;To go along with he for the satins and the wine,And run the tubs at Slapton when the stars do shine.O Hollands is a good drink when the nights are cold,And Brandy is a good drink for them as grows old.There is lights in the cliff-top when the boats are home-bound,And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.The King he is a proud man in his grand red coat,But I do love a smuggler in a little fishing-boat;For he runs the Mallins lace and he spends his money free,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he.
O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he;To go along with he for the satins and the wine,And run the tubs at Slapton when the stars do shine.
O my true love’s a smuggler and sails upon the sea,
And I would I were a seaman to go along with he;
To go along with he for the satins and the wine,
And run the tubs at Slapton when the stars do shine.
O Hollands is a good drink when the nights are cold,And Brandy is a good drink for them as grows old.There is lights in the cliff-top when the boats are home-bound,And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.
O Hollands is a good drink when the nights are cold,
And Brandy is a good drink for them as grows old.
There is lights in the cliff-top when the boats are home-bound,
And we run the tubs at Slapton when the word goes round.
The King he is a proud man in his grand red coat,But I do love a smuggler in a little fishing-boat;For he runs the Mallins lace and he spends his money free,And I would I were a seaman to go along with he.
The King he is a proud man in his grand red coat,
But I do love a smuggler in a little fishing-boat;
For he runs the Mallins lace and he spends his money free,
And I would I were a seaman to go along with he.
FromA Sailor’s Garland.