Barratt's Privateers

歌詞

Oh, the year was seventeen-seventy-eight How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now A Letter of Marque came from the king To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers Well, old Sid Barratt cried the town How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now For twenty brave men, bold fishermen who Would make for him the Antelope's crew Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers Well, 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 Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers On the ninety-sixth day we sailed away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers And 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 Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers Now here I lie in my twenty-third year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now It's six years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers Goddamn 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 Barratt's privateers