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Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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A letter of marque come from the king, |
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To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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For twenty brave men all fishermen who |
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Would make for him the antelope's crew |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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Now the antelope sloop was a sickening sight, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags |
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And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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On the king's birthday we sail away, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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We were 97 days to montego bay |
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Pumping like madmen all the way |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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On the 98th day we sailed again, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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When big fat american hove in sight |
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With our cracked four pounders we made to fight |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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The yankee lay low down with gold, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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She was big and fat and loose in the stays |
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But to catch her took us three whole days |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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Then at length we stood two cables away, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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Our cracked four pounders made an awful din |
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But with one fat ball the yank stove us in |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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Now the antelope shook and she pitched on her side, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs |
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And the main trunk carried off both me legs |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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So here I lay in my 23rd year, |
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How I wish I was in sherbrooke now! |
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Well it's been 6 years since we sailed away |
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And I just made halifax yesterday |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |
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God damn them all! |
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I was told we'd sail the seas for american gold |
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We'd fire no guns-shed no tears |
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Well I'm a broken man on a halifax pier |
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The last of Barrett's privateers. |