Chords for Barrett's Privateers
Tempo:
84.25 bpm
Chords used:
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C
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
Oh, the year was 1778, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.
recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
town, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelope's crew.
all!
guns, shed no tears.
scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.
recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
town, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelope's crew.
all!
guns, shed no tears.
100% ➙ 84BPM
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Oh, the year was _ 1778, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Well, a letter of my came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears. _
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
Oh, well said Barrett, cried the town, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ For thirty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelope's crew.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers. _
And on the King's birthday we put to sea, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ Ninety-one days through Montego Bay, coming like madmen all [D] the way.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for [N] American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ After ninety-six days we sailed again, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
When a bloody great Yankee hauled in sight, a crack four pounder we made to fight.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
[F] Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers. _
Well, the Yankee laid low down with gold, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ A crack four pounder made an awful [D] den, with one fat boy the Yanks stove us in.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for [C] American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears. _
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ [F] Well, the antelope shook and pitched on our side, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ Barrett was [G] crushed like a bowl of eggs, the main mass carried off both of my legs.
God damn them all!
I [D] was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken [Abm] man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay in my [N] twenty-sixth year, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ It's been six years since I sailed away, I just saw Halifax yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
God damn them all!
[F] _ I was told _ recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, [Fm] shed no [N] tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [Fm] Barrett's _ privateers.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [N] Thank you! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Thank you, Mr.
Rogers.
Mr.
Bobby Valentino, are you_
Yes, he's here.
_ This is the one that's written by Mr.
Well, a letter of my came from the King, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears. _
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
Oh, well said Barrett, cried the town, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ For thirty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelope's crew.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers. _
And on the King's birthday we put to sea, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ Ninety-one days through Montego Bay, coming like madmen all [D] the way.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for [N] American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ After ninety-six days we sailed again, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
When a bloody great Yankee hauled in sight, a crack four pounder we made to fight.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
[F] Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers. _
Well, the Yankee laid low down with gold, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ A crack four pounder made an awful [D] den, with one fat boy the Yanks stove us in.
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for [C] American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears. _
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
_ [F] Well, the antelope shook and pitched on our side, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ Barrett was [G] crushed like a bowl of eggs, the main mass carried off both of my legs.
God damn them all!
I [D] was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken [Abm] man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay in my [N] twenty-sixth year, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
_ It's been six years since I sailed away, I just saw Halifax yesterday. _ _ _ _ _
God damn them all!
I was told recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, shed no tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
God damn them all!
[F] _ I was told _ recruits to see for American gold, fire no guns, [Fm] shed no [N] tears.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of [Fm] Barrett's _ privateers.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ [N] Thank you! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Thank you, Mr.
Rogers.
Mr.
Bobby Valentino, are you_
Yes, he's here.
_ This is the one that's written by Mr.