Great Big Sea – French Perfume (Ukulele)

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It's of a bold young smuggler

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From Fortune he did sail

G
He rode the waves from St. Pierre

Am
And never saw the jail 

Am
He filled her up with contraband

G
Perfume, smokes and rum

G
He hoped the fog was thick enough

Am
To make another run 

C
You can still see the sight

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On a winter's night

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Of his wake in the light of the moon

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If the wind turns right

Am
If you don't take fright

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You can smell that French perfume 

Am
But the Mountie boat was waiting

G
As he crawled near Mortier Bay

G
And when they hit the spotlight

Am
It was like the light of day 

Am
He didn't bring her head round

G
When they told him to heave to

G
He opened up the engines

    Am
And he ran for Spanish Room 

Am
They said they heard him laughing

G
With the Mounties closing in

G
His engines screaming murder

Am
And his face set in a grin 

Am
The seagulls started lifting

G
Like an angry banshee choir

G
He hit the rocks at 50 clicks

        Am
And the sky lit up with fire 

Am
It's of of a bold young smuggler

G
From Fortune he did sail

G
He rode the waves from St. Pierre

    Am
And he never saw the jail 

Am
And when it's cold and foggy

G
On the rocks near Spanish Room

G
They say you hear him laughing

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And you smell that French perfume