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PRIVATEERS
by Stan
Oh, the was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque from the king,
To the vessel I'd ever seen,

God them all!
I was told cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a pier
The last of Privateers.
Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, HOW I I WAS . . .
For twenty brave men all who
would make for him the crew
(chorus)
The Antelope sloop was a sight,
She'd a list to the port and and her sails in
And the cook in scuppers with the and the jags
(chorus)
On the birthday we put to sea,
We were 91 to Montego Bay
Pumping like all the way
(chorus)
On the day we sailed again,
When a bloody great Yankee in sight
With our cracked four pounders we to fight
(chorus)
The Yankee lay low down gold,
She was broad and fat and in the stays
But to catch her took the two whole days
(chorus)
Then at length we two cables away,
Our cracked pounders made an awful din
But with one fat the Yank stove us in
(chorus)
The Antelope and pitched on her side,
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of
And the Maintruck carried off me legs
(chorus)
So here I lay in my year,
been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax
(chorus)
from /pub/music/lyrics/files/misc.folk/songs.txt
by Henkle "[email protected]"