Alestorm - Barrett's Privateers lyrics

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 to 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 and 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. 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 Main trunk 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.