Barrett's Privateers |
Stan Rogers
O the year was Seventenn Seventy-Eight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now A letter of marque came from the king To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen Chorus: God damn 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
2. O Elcid Barrett cried the town
3. The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
4. On the King's birthday we put to sea | 5. On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now When a great big Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight Chorus:
6. The Yankee lay low down with gold
7. Then at length she stood two cables away
8. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
9. Now here I lay in my twenty-third year |