The fifteenth of August the night had been cloudy
Determined for action in trouble begun,
Four chaps got together out under the weather,
They made up a plan to steal Tommy Legge's rum.

They came to a place in the centre of the harbour
Where houses were few and the billows did roar
Till one chap amongst them got rather fainthearted,
Lay down for a rest near poor Dickie's shop door.

The other three chaps went, their hands in their pockets,
Determinedly on to the scene of the fun
Determined that those who had backed out of action
Should never be given a taste of the rum.

They marched up by fences and corners and gateways
On the tips of their toes so mute as a mouse
When to their surprise there loomed up before them
The Legges all in bed, not a light in their house.

Everything in their favour, the moon had just clouded,
They reached for the knob to get in they were sure
When to their surprise they were strucken dumbfounded
Tommy Legge, his cap off, shoved his head through the door.

Tommy Legge seized his rum, two jars and a bottle
No coat on his arm and no cap on his head
Went up to his house in the heck of a hurry,
he beat it upstairs, hid it under his bed.

Many tricks have been done this year in the harbour.
They hung up the dogfish and broomed Paddy's store.
They are through with the game; Tommy Legge can rest easy
And make all he can and be troubled no more.