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 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 up Fordger 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 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 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 fifty 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 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 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