Barretts Privateers

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Oh, the year was seventeen 
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seventy-eight
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How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
   (*)

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A letter of marque came from the 
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king
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To the scummiest vessel I'd ever 
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seen

[Chorus]
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God damn them all, I was told,
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We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
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[Verse 2]
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Well, 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 
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fishermen, who
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Would make for him the Antelope's 
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crew

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
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[Verse 3]
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The Antelope sloop was a sickening 
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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 
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sails in rags
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And the cook in the scuppers with 
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the staggers and jags

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 4]
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On the King's birth-day we put to 
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sea
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How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
  (*)

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We were ninety-one days to 
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Mon-tego Bay
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Pumping like madmen all the way

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 5]
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On the ninety-sixth day we sailed 
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a-gain
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How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
  (*)

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When a bloody great Yankee hove in 
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sight
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With our cracked four-pounders, we 
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made to fight

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 6]
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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 
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stays
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But to catch her took the Antelope 
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two whole days

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 7]
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Then at length we stood two cables 
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a-way
      *      F      C          G  
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
   (*)

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Our cracked four-pounders made an 
C     *
awful din
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But with one fat ball the Yank stove
   F
 us in

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 8]
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The Antelope shook and pitched on 
     C
her side
      *      F      C          G  
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
   (*)

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Barrett was smashed like a bowl of 
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eggs
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And the main-truck carried off both 
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me legs

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers

[Verse 9]
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So here I lay in me twenty-third 
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year
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How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
   (*)

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It's been six years since we 
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sailed a-way
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And I just made Halifax yester-day

[Chorus]
    G         C    *     F
God damn them all, I was told,
     C          F          C      
We'd cruise the seas for A-merican 
 F
gold
     G       C     G       F     (*)
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
          C      F        C       
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax 
F
pier
    *       *         G     C
The last of Barrett's Priva-teers