Video Karaoke Barrett's Privateers - Stan Rogers

Este tema es una versión de Barrett's Privateers, que popularizó Stan Rogers

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Tempo: variable (alrededor de 84 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DO

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 04:20 - Escuchar en: 01:29

Fecha de publicación: 1976
Géneros: Folk, En inglés
Compositor original: Stanley Rogers

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Barrett's Privateers

O the year was
Seventeen Seventy-Eight
How I wish I was in
Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king to the scummiest vessel I've ever seen
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
O 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
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
The Antelope sloop was a sickening site
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
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
On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay pumping like madmen all the way
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
On the ninety-sixth 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
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
Now 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
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
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
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
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 main truck carried off both me legs
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
So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been six years since we sailed away and I just made Halifax yesterday
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

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