Chords for Barrett's Privateers

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, 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 the antelopes' 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.
Now the antelope's sloop was a sickening sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a list to port in her sails and rags, and the cook in the 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, 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 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, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
When the bloody great Yankee hove in sight with our plaque for 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.
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.
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.
Now at length we stood two cables away, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our plaque for 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 [Gm] tears.
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
Now 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 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, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
Now here I lay in mid-harky third 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, the last of _ Barrett's _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ privateers. _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _