Barrett's Privateers

作曲：Stan Rogers

Oh the year was 1778

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

A letter of marque came from the king to the scummy as vessel I'd ever seen

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 Barry's privateers

Oh well sent Barry cried the town

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

For twenty brave men or fishermen who would make for him the antelope crew

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 Barry'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 and the scuppers with the staggers and jags

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 Barry's privateers

On the king's birthday we put to sea

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

We were ninety one days to Montego Bay

And pumping like a madman all the way

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 Barry's privateers

On the ninety six day we sailed again

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

When a bloody great yankee hove inside

With a crack for pounders we made a fight

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 Barry's privateers

The yankee lay low down with gold

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

She was broad and fat and loose and stays

But the cutter took the antelope two whole days

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 Barry'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 den

But with one fat ball they yanx stove us in

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 Barry's privateers

Oh the antelope shook and pitched on her side

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

And Barry was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the main truck carried off both me legs

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 Barry's privateers

So here I lay in my twenty third year

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now

It's been sixty years since we sailed away

And I just made Halifax yesterday

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 Barry's privateer