Stan Rogers - Barrett's Privateers lyrics

by Stan Rogers

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!

A letter of marque come from the king,

To the scummiest vessel I'd 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.

Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS . . .

For twenty brave men all fishermen who

would make for him the Antelope's crew

(chorus)

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,

She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags

And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags

(chorus)

On the King's birthday we put to sea,

We were 91 days to Montego Bay

Pumping like madmen all the way

(chorus)

On the 96th day we sailed again,

When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight

With our cracked four pounders we made to fight

(chorus)

The Yankee lay low down with gold,

She was broad and fat and loose in the stays

But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

(chorus)

Then at length we stood two cables away,

Our cracked four pounders made an awful din

But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

(chorus)

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side,

Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the Maintruck carried off both me legs

(chorus)

So here I lay in my 23rd year,

It's been 6 years since we sailed away

And I just made Halifax yesterday

(chorus)

Extracted from /pub/music/lyrics/files/misc.folk/songs.txt

by Doug Henkle "henkle@vaxa.cis.uwosh.edu