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Song by Stan Rogers that caught on in the [[Forum]] | Song by Stan Rogers that caught on in the [[Forum]] largely due to its constant recital by [[Mikey Andrews]]. It's available on Stan Rogers' 1976 [http://www.amazon.com/Fogartys-Cove-Stan-Rogers/dp/B000003BU7 Fogarty's Cove] album. | ||
It's quite depressing actually. | |||
=Lyrics= | =Lyrics= | ||
O the year was 1778 | O the year was 1778 | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
A letter of marque came from the king | <br>A letter of marque came from the king | ||
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen | <br>To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen | ||
<br> | |||
God damn them all | <br>God damn them all | ||
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold | <br>I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold | ||
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears | <br>We'd fire no guns, shed no tears | ||
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, | <br>Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, | ||
The last of Barrett's Privateers | <br>The last of Barrett's Privateers | ||
<br> | |||
O Elcid Barrett cried the town | <br>O Elcid Barrett cried the town | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
For twenty brave men all fishermen who | <br>For twenty brave men all fishermen who | ||
Would make for him the Antelope's crew | <br>Would make for him the Antelope's crew | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
The Antelope sloop was a sickening site | <br>The Antelope sloop was a sickening site | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags | <br>She'd list to the port and her sails in rags | ||
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags | <br>And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
On the King's birthday we put to sea | <br>On the King's birthday we put to sea | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay | <br>Ninety-one days to Montego Bay | ||
Pumping like madmen all the way | <br>Pumping like madmen all the way | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again | <br>On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
When a great big Yankee hove in sight | <br>When a great big Yankee hove in sight | ||
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight | <br>With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
The Yankee lay low down with gold | <br>The Yankee lay low down with gold | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
She was broad and fat and loose in stays | <br>She was broad and fat and loose in stays | ||
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days | <br>But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
Then at length she stood two cables away | <br>Then at length she stood two cables away | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din | <br>Our cracked four-pounders made awful din | ||
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in | <br>But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side | <br>The Antelope shook and pitched on her side | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs | <br>Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs | ||
And the main truck carried off both me legs | <br>And the main truck carried off both me legs | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
<br> | |||
Now here I lay in my twenty-third year | <br>Now here I lay in my twenty-third year | ||
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | <br>How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now | ||
It's been six years since we sailed away | <br>It's been six years since we sailed away | ||
And I just made Halifax yesterday | <br>And I just made Halifax yesterday | ||
God damn them all . . . . | <br>God damn them all . . . . | ||
=Links= | =Links= | ||
[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbeXh9FZT_g Barrett's Privateers] | [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbeXh9FZT_g Barrett's Privateers] | ||
Latest revision as of 02:36, 16 September 2008
Song by Stan Rogers that caught on in the Forum largely due to its constant recital by Mikey Andrews. It's available on Stan Rogers' 1976 Fogarty's Cove album.
It's quite depressing actually.
Lyrics
O 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'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
O 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 . . . .
The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all . . . .
On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a great big Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all . . . .
The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
God damn them all . . . .
Then at length she stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .
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 truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all . . . .
Now 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 . . . .