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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.