French Perfume - Great Big Sea

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 

Chorus: 
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 

Chorus 

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 50 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 

Chorus (2x)