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Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd seen,

God them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American
We'd no guns-shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a pier
The last of Privateers.

Oh, Barrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS . . .
For brave men all fishermen who
would make for him the crew
(chorus)

The Antelope sloop was a sight,
a list to the port and and her sails in rags
And the cook in with the staggers and the jags
(chorus)

On the King's we put to sea,
We were 91 to Montego Bay
Pumping like all the way
(chorus)

On the 96th day we again,
When a bloody great hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to
(chorus)

The Yankee lay low down gold,
She was broad and fat and loose in the
But to catch her took the two whole days
(chorus)

Then at we stood two cables away,
Our four pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank us in
(chorus)

The Antelope shook and on her side,
Barrett was smashed a bowl of eggs
And the Maintruck carried off both me
(chorus)

So here I lay in my year,
It's 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made yesterday
(chorus)