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Oh, the year was 1778,
(How I wish i was in Sherbrooke now!)
A letter of marque come from the king
To the scummiest vessel I'd 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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Ol' 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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
(How I wish i was in Sherbrooke now!)
She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the 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 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
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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
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
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 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
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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
Then at lenght we stood two cables away
(How I wish i was in Sherbrooke now!)
Out cracked 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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
(How I wish i was in Sherbrooke now!)
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Main trunk carried of 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 a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year
(How I wish i was in Sherbrooke now!)
It's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
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