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Oh the year was seventeen-seventy-eight

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.

A letter of marque came from the king

To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier

The last of Barrett's privateers

Oh Euclid 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

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

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 her sails in rags

And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

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 ninty-one days to Montego Bay

Pumping like madmen all the way

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier

The last of Barrett's privateers

On the ninethy-sixth 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

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

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 with stays

But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

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 aweful din

But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

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 main truck carried off both me legs

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier

The last of Barrett's privateers

So here I lay in the 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

Goddamn them all

I was told

We'd cruse the seas for American gold

We'd fire no guns

Shed no tears

I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier

The last of Barrett's privateers

Slowly:

I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier (hold it)

The last of Barrett's privateeeeeerrrrssss (go wild on the C)