Chords for Stan Rogers - Barrett's Privateers
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78 bpm
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett, cried the town.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
[Eb] For 20 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope's sloop was a sickening sight.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] 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 [Eb] was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were 91 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 [Fm] tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the 96th day, we sailed again.
Oh, 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 [Gb] cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
How the Yankee lay low down with gold.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] Sherbrooke now.
[Db] She was broad and fat and loose in stays,
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we stood two cables away.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
but with one fat ball the Yank stove 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope shook and pitched on her side.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
and the main truck carried off both me legs.
God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year.
Oh, 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.
[Ebm] I was told we'd cruise the [Db] seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
[Fm]
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett, cried the town.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
[Eb] For 20 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope's sloop was a sickening sight.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] 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 [Eb] was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were 91 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 [Fm] tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the 96th day, we sailed again.
Oh, 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 [Gb] cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
How the Yankee lay low down with gold.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] Sherbrooke now.
[Db] She was broad and fat and loose in stays,
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we stood two cables away.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
but with one fat ball the Yank stove 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope shook and pitched on her side.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
and the main truck carried off both me legs.
God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year.
Oh, 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.
[Ebm] I was told we'd cruise the [Db] seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
[Fm]
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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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett, cried the town.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
[Eb] For 20 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope's sloop was a sickening sight.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] 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 [Eb] was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were 91 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 [Fm] tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the 96th day, we sailed again.
Oh, 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 [Gb] cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
How the Yankee lay low down with gold.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] Sherbrooke now.
[Db] She was broad and fat and loose in stays,
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we stood two cables away.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
but with one fat ball the Yank stove 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope shook and pitched on her side.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
and the main truck carried off both me legs.
God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year.
Oh, 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.
[Ebm] I was told we'd cruise the [Db] seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett, cried the town.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
[Eb] For 20 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope's sloop was a sickening sight.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] 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 [Eb] was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were 91 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 [Fm] tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
On the 96th day, we sailed again.
Oh, 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 [Gb] cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
How the Yankee lay low down with gold.
Oh, I wish I was in [Ab] Sherbrooke now.
[Db] She was broad and fat and loose in stays,
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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
Then at length we stood two cables away.
Oh, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
but with one fat ball the Yank stove 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.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope shook and pitched on her side.
Oh, I wish I was in [Fm] Sherbrooke now.
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
and the main truck carried off both me legs.
God damn them all.
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's _ privateers.
So here I lay in my 23rd year.
Oh, 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.
[Ebm] I was told we'd cruise the [Db] seas for American gold.
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
the last of Barrett's privateers.
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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