Chords for Stan Rogers - 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, [Fm] shed no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, well, said Barrett, cried the town, how I wish I was [G] 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 [Am] fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I'm a broken man on a [E] Halifax pier, the last of Barrett's privateers.
The antelope sloop was a sickening sight, how [Dm] I wish I [G#m] was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd [F#] 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 [C] we'd cruise the seas for American [G] gold, we'd fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now [Am] I'm a broken man [N] 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.
[F] 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 [G] I was in Sherbrooke now.
[N] She was broad and fat and loose in stays, but the catcher took me and a load, 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 [F] cables away, how I wish I [Gm] was in Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful [N] 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 [F#] on a Halifax [B] pier, the last of [C] Barrett's privateers.
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