| Oh, the year was 1778
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| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now!
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| A letter of marque came 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
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| The last of Barrett’s Privateers
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| 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 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now 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 put to sea
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| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now!
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| We were 91 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now 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 96th day we sailed again
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| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now!
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| When a bloody great Yankee 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now 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 broad and fat and loose in the stays
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| But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
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| God damn them all!
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| I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
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| The last of Barrett’s Privateers
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| Ladies and gentlemen, mister Heri Joensen
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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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
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| The last of Barrett’s Privateers
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| The Antelope shook and 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 Maintruck carried off both me legs
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| God damn them all!
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| I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now 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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| 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 cruise the seas for American gold
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| We’d fire no guns, shed no tears
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| Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier
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| The last of Barrett’s Privateers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Barrett's Privateers , by - Alestorm. Song from the album Back Through Time, in the genre Фолк-метал