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letra de barrett's privateers - real mckenzies

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oh, the year was 1778, how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!
a letter of marque come from the king,
to the sc-mmiest vessel i’d ever seen,
god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well 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 sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

now the antelope sloop was a sickening sight,
how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!
she’d a list to the port and 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 sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

on the king’s birthday we sail away,
how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!
we were 97 days to montego bay
pumping like madmen all the way
god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

on the 98th day we sailed again,
how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!
when big fat american hove in sight
with our cracked four pounders we made to fight
god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well 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 big and fat and loose in the stays
but to catch her took us three whole days
god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well 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 sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

now the antelope shook and she pitched on her side,
how i wish i was in sherbrooke now!
barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
and the main trunk carried off both me legs
god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well 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!
well 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 sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

god d-mn them all!

i was told we’d sail the seas for american gold
we’d fire no guns-shed no tears
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well i’m a broken man on a halifax pier
the last of barrett’s privateers.

- real mckenzies

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