Barrett's Privateers
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Oh, the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For 20 brave men, all fisherman who'd
Make for him the Antelope's crew
Goddamn them all
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a list to the port, with her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and the jags
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
On the King's birthday, we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
Goddamn them all
On the 96th day, we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders, we made to fight
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
Goddamn them all
And at length we stood, two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat volley, the Yanks stove us in
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
The Antelope tipped and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
Goddamn them all
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It'd been six long years since I sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Goddamn them all
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For 20 brave men, all fisherman who'd
Make for him the Antelope's crew
Goddamn them all
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a list to the port, with her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and the jags
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
On the King's birthday, we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
Goddamn them all
On the 96th day, we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders, we made to fight
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
Goddamn them all
And at length we stood, two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat volley, the Yanks stove us in
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
The Antelope tipped and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
Goddamn them all
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It'd been six long years since I sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Goddamn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Goddamn them all