Chords for Barrett's Privateers
Tempo:
84.25 bpm
Chords used:
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F
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C
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
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.
Key:
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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.