letra de barrett's privateers - alestorm
oh, the year was 1778,
(how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!)
a letter of marque came from the king,
to the sc-mmiest vessel i’d ever seen,
god d-mn 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 d-mn 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 her sails in rags
and the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags
god d-mn 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 d-mn 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 bl–dy great yankee hove in sight
with our cracked four pounders we made to fight
god d-mn 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 d-mn 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 d-mn 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 d-mn 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 d-mn 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.
[cover by stan rogers]
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