Barrett's Privateers 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 cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Oh Euclid 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 Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears 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 the scuppers with the staggers and jags Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears 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 ninty-one days to Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers On the ninethy-sixth 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 Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears 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 with stays But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Then at length we stood two cables away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now Our cracked four-pounders made an aweful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears 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 main truck carried off both me legs Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers So here I lay in the twenty-third year How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now It's been six years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday Goddamn them all I was told We'd cruse the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns Shed no tears I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's privateers Slowly: I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier (hold it) The last of Barrett's privateeeeeerrrrssss (go wild on the C)