Il testo della Barretts privateers

Well, the year was 1778
How i wish i was in... now!
When a letter of marque was sent by the king
To the scummiest vessel i’ve ever seen

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

‘twas then ‘sid barrett cried the town
How i wish i was in... now!
For twenty man, all fisherman who
Would make for him the antelope crew

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

Now, the antelope’s sloop was a sickening sight
I wish i was in... now!
With a list to port and ‘er sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

On the kings birthday we sailed away
I wish i was in... now!
When a great big yankee hovered in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

The yankee lay low down with gold
I wish i was in … now!
She was low and fat and loose stays
But to catch her took the antelope three whole days

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

But at length we stood two cables away
I wish i was in… now!
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the yank’ stove us in

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

Well, the antelope shook and fetched on our side
I wish i was in … now!
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main track took away both my legs

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

So, here i lay on my twenty-fifth year
I wish i was in… now!
Six years since we sailed away
But i just made halifax yesterday

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
The last of barrett’s privateers

God damn them all
I was told we’d sail the seas
For american gold
We’d fire no guns, she'd no tears
I’m a broken man on a halifax pier
Sailed the seas for many a long year
You’ll never find a better man far or near
I’m a last of barrett’s privateers