Treasure trove, sandy cove,
misty moon on the evening sea
(Can't see me)
John Trethowan comes
down the path that runs to the beach
where smugglers wait
(Don't be late)
Tonight's the night
that the ship is coming in
Cargo of brandy and red wine
The weather's fine
A darkly lugger bound from St. Nazaire
The weather's fair
Ian McGregor I,
a winking light I spy
from the Belle Marie below
From the cliff I see a skiff
with sailors three leave the ship
and head for shore
Little boy lying in your bed
Turn your head
Close your eyes
As the gentlemen go by
Close your eyes
By the silent sea
his men work stealthily
John Trethowan is my friend
But to no end
An Excise man renowned,
I am to duty bound
To apprehend him is my task
No questions asked
The contraband is atowed
and with their heavy load
the smugglers climb the rocky way
John Trethowan comes
My men reach for their guns
I step in front and block the way
And in the morning glow
Down the beach below
A body lies face the to sea
The tide creeps slowly
And washes the bloody sand
John Trethowan walks away
to live another day
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