We were running down the coast with a Yankee on our tail, Loaded down with rum and blowing every yard of sail.
St Pierre and Mickelon, we have your liquid gold To the sunny gulf of Mexico with a thousand barrels sold....
Chorus The big seas they were rolling, we were loaded down with rum, With the schooner 'Im Alone' out of Lunnenberg we come, So send your fastest gunboat to catch us if you can With the Devil in our corner running rum to Louisianne
We were good hard working fishermen when prohibition came With the schooner 'I'm Alone' we made our bit of fame
We threw away our fishing gear with the money rolling in, America was thirsty, getting tired of banged up gin...
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We kept the coastguard busy, they never had a chance To catch us with our cargo, we showed them how to dance.
But in international waters, 2000 miles from home 2 cutters finally caught us and they sank the 'I'm Alone'...
Now the Nova Scotia schooners and the men who ran the rum Are not much more than stories now and the days of glory done.
The bootleg men and sailormen are ghosts that come and go When the fog rolls in on Lunnenberg you'll hear them sing below...