It's of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St. Pierre

And never saw the jail

He filled her up with contraband

Perfume, smokes and rum
He hoped the fog was thick enough
To make another run


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You can still see the sight

On a winter's night
Of his wake in the light of the moon
If the wind turns right

If you don't take fright
You can smell that French perfume


But the Mountie boat was waiting
As he crawled near Mortier Bay
And when they hit the spotlight

It was like the light of day

He didn't bring her head round

When they told him to heave to
He opened up the engines
And he ran for Spanish Room


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They said they heard him laughing
With the Mounties closing in
His engines screaming murder

And his face set in a grin

The seagulls started lifting

Like an angry banshee choir
He hit the rocks at 50 clicks
And the sky lit up with fire


It's of of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail

He rode the waves from St. Pierre
And he never saw the jail


And when it's cold and foggy
On the rocks near Spanish Room
They say you hear him laughing

And you smell that French perfume

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