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Oh, the year was 1778, (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
A letter of marque come from the King,
To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen,

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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.

Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the "Antelope's" crew
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The "Antelope" sloop was a sickening sight, (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags
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On the King's birthday we put to sea, (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
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On the 96th 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
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The Yankee lay low down with gold (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
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Then at length we stood two cables away, (How 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
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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 Maintruck carried off both me legs
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So here I lay in my 23rd year, (How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday.
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