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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 | ||
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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 | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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 . . . . | ||
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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] | ||
Revision as of 18:37, 28 April 2007
Song by Stan Rogers that caught on in the Forum for some reason. It's available on his 1976 Fogarty's Cove album.
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 . . . .