Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barrett's Privateers, artist - The Corries. Album song Barrett's Privateers, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: GB
Song language: English
Barrett's Privateers |
| Oh, the year was 1778 |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| A letter of marque came from the king |
| To the scummiest 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 Barrett’s Privateers |
| Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| For twenty brave men all fishermen who |
| Would make for him the Antelope’s 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 Barrett’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 in scuppers with the staggers and the 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 Barrett’s Privateers |
| On the King’s birthday we put to sea |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| We were 91 days to Montego Bay |
| Pumping like madmen 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 Barrett’s Privateers |
| On the 96th day we sailed again |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| The Yankee lay low down with gold |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| She was broad and fat and loose in the stays |
| But to catch her 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 Barrett’s Privateers |
| Ladies and gentlemen, mister Heri Joensen |
| Then 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 |
| 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 |
| The Antelope shook and pitched on her side |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs |
| And the Maintruck 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 Barrett’s Privateers |
| So here I lay in my 23rd year |
| How I Wish I Was In Sherbrooke Now! |
| It’s been 6 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 Barrett’s Privateers |