I've seen the last of brandy
And my schooner's had her day
No more to tease those cursed cutters
Dashing 'round the bay
My running days are over now
No more I'll watch the tide
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
We filled our hull at St. Pierre
And we put out for Glace Bay
But with cutters thick as mussel beds
We soon were underway
Around Cape North to East Point
By morning we were spied
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
The Ulna came up to us
And they blew their whistle thrice
While I lay languid in the fo'c'sle
Brandy had me tight
When they fired a warning shot
I started up to rise
But I was well outside
The three-mile limit
Williams brought a tow line
As they boarded Nellie J.
They spoke of seizing contraband
And towing us away
It is true we carry liquor
But you know as well as I
That I am well outside
The three mile limit
Then Milthorpe looked me in the eye
A crime you did commit
For Ottawa has changed the law
To a twelve mile limit
A twelve mile limit
So I've seen the last of brandy
And my schooner's had her day
No more to tease those cursed cutters
Dashing 'round the bay
My running days are over now
No more I'll watch the tide
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
The three mile limit
The three mile limit