The Gales of 1838

They say she walks in the water
 Her whistles silence the day
 She helps the smugglers turn their crimes
 Into American dimes
 To Canadian dollars, opium, and haze
 At the foot of Woodward
 There's a condition or two
 To shade the custom's review
 All the young women overdressed in their long-coats
 Allow us to drink on their wine
 Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
 So I've had wine and wine and wine
 And more wine tonight
 And tonight I saw their world
 And I'm so far from it now
 Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
 In the gales of 1838
 She takes musicians to Bois Blanc
 She'll take the dancers there too
 And at the end of the long nights
 She'll take them back by lamplight
 But until then she stays clear out of view
 Before we dock at Richmond
 There's a hidden tax of merit
 Where all the boaters inherit
 One dollar for every Lincoln brought in
 We'll exchange them their Loonies and unwind
 Our eyes turn to glass and shine on blind
 So I've had wine and wine and wine
 And more wine tonight
 And tonight I saw their world
 And I'm so far from it now
 Well, I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
 In the gales of 1838
 So I've had wine and wine and wine
 And more wine tonight
 And tonight I saw their world
 I'm so far from it now
 I'm collapsing like the lighthouse
 In the gales of 1838