The Rum Smuggler

(Verse 1)
The moon is hid in a velvet shroud,
The muffled oars are swinging slow,
With fifty casks of the finest gold,
Beneath the floorboards tucked below.
(Chorus)
So pull away, let the water curl,
The cutter’s far upon the lee,
We’re bringing spice to a thirsty town,
And the devil’s share to the deep blue sea!
(Verse 2)
The excise man is fast asleep,
With dreams of silver in his head,
But we’ll be gone by the break of dawn,
To trade our liquid heat for bread.
(Verse 3)
A copper for the tavern maid,
A bottle for the captain’s hand,
There’s no such thing as a heavy heart,
With a gallon of the best on land!
(Chorus)
So pull away, let the water curl,
The cutter’s far upon the lee,
We’re bringing spice to a thirsty town,
And the devil’s share to the deep blue sea

Crude a cappella sea shanty, Irish Folk, bagpipes,  folk, Fiddle, raw voices