Spices, silks, and contraband,
Whiskey, jewels, from distant lands,
Perfumes, fabrics, treasures grand,
Smuggling goods 'cross waters' span.
Hidden paths in shadowed coves,
We sail the seas where no one knows,
Through stormy nights and days of sun,
We'll carry on till work is done.
Smuggle by night, live by the day,
Through danger's path, we find our way.
With bags of goods and hearts so bold,
The smuggler's tale, forever told.
I am a poor smuggler, yes it's true,
I earn my keep in danger too,
But when the border guards take rest,
The smuggling trade, it works the best.
We sail the seas with bags in tow,
We toss them out, the goods will flow,
Then people come, both big and small,
Each one wants their bag, that's all.
Smuggle by night, live by the day,
Through danger's path, we find our way.
With bags of goods and hearts so bold,
The smuggler's tale, forever told.
(Until we see the distant shore.)
And if we get caught in the act,
We'll face the court, and that's a fact;
Six thousand francs is what we'll pay,
Then we'll get back to it the very next day.
When May has gone, for now it ends,
I'll take my love to marry then;
Long live, long live, the smuggler pair,
Together we'll face whatever's there.
Smuggle by night, live by the day,
Through danger's path, we find our way.
With bags of goods and hearts so bold,
The smuggler's tale, forever told.
(More and more and more and more.)
Through stormy nights and days of sun,
We'll carry on till work is done;
With every run, we risk it all,
We persevere, until the final call.
And when I'm gone, and life's complete,
A gravestone marks my final feat,
And etched upon, the words will say,
Now at last, she quits the trade today.