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cpolkI've been meaning to do this for a bit:
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--
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.
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)
She'd a list to the port and 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Maintruck 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 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--
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.
when you see this, post an anti-war song in your journal.
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--
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.
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
(How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now)
She'd a list to the port and 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 Maintruck 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 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--
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.
when you see this, post an anti-war song in your journal.
