"Says the Cap'n to the Crew,
We have slipped the Revenue,
I can see the cliffs
of Dover on the lee:
Tip the signal to the Swan,
And anchor broadside on,
And out with the
kegs of Eau-de-Vie,
Says the
Cap'n:
Out with the kegs of
Eau-de-Vie.
Says the Lander to his men,
Get your grummets on the pin,
There's a blue light
burning out at sea.
The windward anchors creep,
And the Gauger's fast asleep,
And the kegs are
bobbing one, two, three,
Says
the Lander:
The kegs are bobbing
one, two, three.
But the bold Preventive man
Primes the powder in his pan
And cries to the
Posse, Follow me.
We will take this smuggling gang,
And those that fight shall hang
Dingle dangle from
the execution tree,
Says
the Gauger:
Dingle dangle with the weary moon to see."
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