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Remember? Yes, I remember well,
The most famous rum-runner of them all;
Remember? Yes, I remember well,
The most famous rum-runner of them all,
It was the schooner from Lunenberg, I'm Alone;
In the Gulf of Mexico she went down under fire,
Of a Yankee cutter on the high seas outside treaty waters.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
It was in nineteen hundred and twenty-nine,
When the smuggling of liquor was a profitable pasttime;
Many a Maritimer didn't see why,
He shouldn't turn a profit; Uncle Sam was dry,
Many a family took on style;
Prohibition made it very worthwhile,
To be a good Samaritan to long-suffering thirsty Americans.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
Now the schooner's captain was a wild Newfoundlander,
A hard-driving man, name of John Thomas Randall;
A decorated veteran of the First World War,
A sea-going gentleman adventurer;
From Belize, he'd take the I'm Alone,
To the coast of Louisiana, and anchor south of Trinity Shoal;
Where he would meet his man and,
Discharge the cargo according to plan.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
It was all clear sailing for the I'm Alone,
With the profits of six or seven trips salted down;
The Coast Guard had bothered her a couple of times,
But Skipper John's seamanship had left them behind;
One March morning, in the wind and the swell,
She was reaching along under jumbo jib and storm tri-sail,
When the cutter Dexter swept on the I'm Alone's
starboard quarter.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
Now, the Dexter's captain was a very rough man,
He had sworn he'd never lose the I'm Alone again;
He ran a string of signals, saying, "How do you do?
You know that I'll fire if you don't heave to."
Skipper John semaphored immediately,
"We're on the high seas, you have no jurisdiction over me!"
But the Dexter's captain sent several volleys,
Through the I'm Alone's rigging.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
The bullets tore the booms, the sails, the lines,
Even tore a hole in the Red Ensign;
When Skipper John saw that, he was fit to be tied,
At this disrespect shown to his national pride;
The crew said, "Sir, don't you trouble your mind,
We'll all go down together with the old Red Ensign flyin'!'"
So he signalled to the Dexter, "Shoot and be damned to ya!
I'll not surrender!"
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
So, the Dexter opened fire and it didn't take long,
Before her guns had stitched a seam along the I'm Alone's waterline;
Skipper John ordered every man to the sea,
There was water on the bridge when he himself jumped free;
Stern in the air, the I'm Alone went down,
A heavy sea a-runnin', a wonder only one man was drowned;
The bo'sun was the one who was pulled aboard the cutter,
When his life had gone.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
That's how it happened, there isn't much more,
The I'm Alone became an international affair;
Skipper John and his seamen were all released,
The U.S. Government couldn't make a case;
That kind of violence is bound to happen,
When a law like Prohibition sits up and begs to be broken;
And we'll still remember the story of the I'm Alone.
And Skipper John Randall.
Oh, I'm Alone,
A long way from Lunenberg she went down;
Because Skipper John Randall wouldn't heave to,
On the I'm Alone.
