The Female Smuggler - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE FEMALE SMUGGLER. 
In sailor's clothing young Jane did go, Dressed like a sailieur, from top to toe, With a brace of pistuls all by her side, Like a female smuguler, like a female smuguler. That feared not wind or tide. 
Chorus. Like a female smuguler. Like a female smuguler. That feared not wind or tide. 
"What do you want? " says the commodore. "I come to fight for my father's store;" She drew a pistuel, shot him through, Like a female smugtuler. like a female smuguler. Then to her parient flew.-Chorus. 
Oh, mothier, mothier, make my bed, In a loving foot-grave have me buried; Let four young maidens my body bear. Like a female smuguler, like a female smuguler. That nothing could scare.-Chorus.