Chords for Barrett's Privateer's - Schooner Fare.wmv

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Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of Mark came from the king to the scummiest vessel I've 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, to last the barret's privateers.
Oh, Elstead 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.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now the antelope's sloop was a sickening sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd lift aboard in her sails and rags, and the cook in his scuppers with the staggers and 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, to last the barret's privateers.
On the king's birthday we'd put to sea, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were ninety-one 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, to last the barret's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
When a bloody great Yankee holds in sight with our flat 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 [D] broken man on a Halifax pier, to last the barret's [N] privateers.
Now the Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She was broad and fat and loose in stage, but to catch her took the antelope.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now at length we stood two cables away, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our flat four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole the sin.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now the antelope shook and pitched on her side, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Barret was smashed like a bowl of eggs and the main truck carried off both mid-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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now here I lay in mid-23rd year, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
It's been six long 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, to last the barret's [Ebm] [Eb] privateers.
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Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of Mark came from the king to the scummiest vessel I've 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, to last the barret's _ privateers.
Oh, Elstead 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.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now the antelope's sloop was a sickening sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd lift aboard in her sails and rags, and the cook in his scuppers with the staggers and 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, to last the barret's privateers.
On the king's birthday we'd put to sea, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were ninety-one 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, to last the barret's privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
When a bloody great Yankee holds in sight with our flat 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 [D] broken man on a Halifax pier, to last the barret's [N] privateers.
Now the Yankee lay low down with gold, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She was broad and fat and loose in stage, but to catch her took the antelope.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now at length we stood two cables away, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our flat four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yanks stole the sin.
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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now the antelope shook and pitched on her side, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Barret was smashed like a bowl of eggs and the main truck carried off both mid-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, to last the barret's privateers.
Now here I lay in mid-23rd year, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
It's been six long 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, to last the barret's _ _ [Ebm] _ _ [Eb] privateers.
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ [N] _ _
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