O 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've 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
O 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
The Antelope sloop was a sickening site How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
On the King's birthday we put to sea How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a great big Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
The Yankee lay low down with gold How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
Then at length she stood two cables away How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
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
Now here I lay in my 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
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