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

God damn all!
I was we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a pier
The of Barrett's Privateers.

Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I I WAS . . .
For twenty men all fishermen who
would make for him the Antelope's
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The sloop was a sickening sight,
She'd a list to the port and and her sails in
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the
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On the King's we put to sea,
We were 91 days to Bay
Pumping like all the way
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On the day we sailed again,
When a bloody Yankee hove in sight
With our four pounders we made to fight
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The Yankee lay low down gold,
She was broad and fat and in the stays
But to her took the Antelope two whole days
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Then at we stood two cables away,
Our cracked four pounders an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank us in
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The Antelope and pitched on her side,
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of
And the Maintruck carried off me legs
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So here I lay in my year,
been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just Halifax yesterday
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