It's of a bold young smuggler
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From Fortune he did sail
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He rode the waves from St. Pierre
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And never saw the jail
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He filled her up with contraband
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Perfume, smokes and rum
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He hoped the fog was thick enough
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To make another run
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You can still see the sight
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On a winter's night
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Of his wake in the light of the moon
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If the wind turns right
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If you don't take fright
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You can smell that French perfume
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But the Mountie boat was waiting
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As he crawled near Mortier Bay
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And when they hit the spotlight
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It was like the light of day
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He didn't bring her head round
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When they told him to heave to
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He opened up the engines
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And he ran for Spanish Room
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They said they heard him laughing
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With the Mounties closing in
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His engines screaming murder
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And his face set in a grin
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The seagulls started lifting
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Like an angry banshee choir
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He hit the rocks at 50 clicks
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And the sky lit up with fire
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It's of of a bold young smuggler
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From Fortune he did sail
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He rode the waves from St. Pierre
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And he never saw the jail
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And when it's cold and foggy
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On the rocks near Spanish Room
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They say you hear him laughing
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And you smell that French perfume
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[Chorus (2x)]
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French Perfume
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Great Big Sea |