Barrett's Privateers Songtext
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Barrett's Privateers Songtext
Oh, the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I′ve ever seen
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, 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 twenty brave men, all fishermen, who
Would make for him the Antelope′s crew
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
Oh, the Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She′d list to the port with her sails in rags
And the cooks in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, 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 nautty one days to Montego Bay
Pumpin′ like madmen all the way
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our crack four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
Oh, 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
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
Then at length we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our crack four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
And Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I′ve ever seen
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, 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 twenty brave men, all fishermen, who
Would make for him the Antelope′s crew
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
Oh, the Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She′d list to the port with her sails in rags
And the cooks in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, 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 nautty one days to Montego Bay
Pumpin′ like madmen all the way
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our crack four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
Oh, 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
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
Then at length we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our crack four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We′d fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
And Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett′s privateers
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all, I was told
We′d cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now, I′m a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's privateers
Writer(s): Stanley Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
