Tom: G
Introdução:
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The boat lies South of Ailsa Craig in the waning of the light,
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There's thirty men in Lendalfit to make our burdens light,
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And there's thirty horse at Hazelholm, with the halters on their heids,
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All set this night upon yon height, if wind and water speeds.
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Smugglers drink of the Frenchman's wine,
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And the darkest night is the smuggler's time.
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Away we run from the excise man,
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It's a smuggler's life for me, it's a smuggler's life for me.
Oh, lass ye hae a cosy bed and cattle ye have ten,