Chords for Barrett's Privateers
Tempo:
98.6 bpm
Chords used:
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B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
to the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
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.
American gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
to the scummiest vessel I've ever seen, god damn them all.
was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
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.
American gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's 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, the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
Oh, well, Sid 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.
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 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 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 stays, but to catch her took me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 truck carried off, both men eggs, 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 twenty-third year, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
It's been six 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's _ _ _
[C#m] privateers.
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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, well, Sid 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.
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 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 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 stays, but to catch her took me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 truck carried off, both men eggs, 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 twenty-third year, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
It's been six 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's _ _ _
[C#m] privateers.
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