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letra de barrett's privateers - colm r. mcguinness

[verse 1]
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’ve 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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 2]
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 antеlope’s crew
god d-mn them all! i was told
wе’d cruise the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 3]
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
god d-mn them all! i was told
we’d cruise the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers
[verse 4]
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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 5]
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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 6]
now 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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers
[verse 7]
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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 8]
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 d-mn them all! i was told
we’d cruise the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns, shed no tears
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

[verse 9]
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
but i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers

- colm r mcguinness

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