Chords for Barrett's Privateers

_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, the year was _ 1778, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
What I had to rob, my came from the king, the scummiest vessel I'd ever see.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American gold,
with fine oak gun, shed no tear.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, the last of Barrett's privateers.
Oh, the great Barrett cried the [G] town, I wish I [Ab] was in Sherbrooke [G] now.
But twenty brave men, all fishermen, who would make up for the antelope crew.
God damn them all, [N] I was told we'd sail the seas for American [B] gold,
with [Ab] fine oak gun, shed [C] no tear.
Well, I'm a [G] broken man on a Halifax pillar, the last of [N] Barrett's privateers.
Now the antelope, she was a sickening sight, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a list to the port and her sails in wrecks,
cooking the scuffles with the shakes and the jags.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American [G] gold,
with fine [A] oak gun, shed no tear.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, [B] the last of Barrett's privateers.
And on the king's birthday we sailed away, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
We were ninety-seven days from Montego Bay, we were pumping like [N] madmen all the way.
God damn them all, I was [Bm] told we'd [E] sail the [G] seas for American gold,
with fine oak gun, [C] shed no [N] tear.
Well, I'm a broken [Ab] man on a Halifax pillar, [N] the last of Barrett's privateers.
And on the ninety-eighth day we sailed again, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
With the big fat American hoove in sight, our clack-four pounders made to fight.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American gold,
with fine oak gun, shed [C] no [N] tear.
Well, I'm a broken man on a [Cm] Halifax pillar, the [N] last of Barrett's privateers.
That Yankee she lay low-gold, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She was big and fat and loose at the sea, sent to catch up to gas three whole days.
[E] God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American [Abm] gold,
with fine oak gun, [C] shed no tear.
[N] Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, the last of Barrett's privateers.
What did last week's dirty cables away?
I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Well, that clack-four pounders made an awful din, but an American bar come staped us in.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American gold,
with fine oak gun, shed no tear. _
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax [Gb] pillar, the last of Barrett's _
[N] privateers.
Now the interlope shook and she pitched on her side, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
One barrel was smashed like a bowl of eggs, and the main track took off both my legs.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American gold,
with [Am] fine oak gun, shed no [G] tear.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, the last of Barrett's [N] privateers.
So here I lay my twenty-thirds, yeah, I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
Well, it's been six years since you sailed away, and I just made Halifax yesterday.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American [Abm] gold,
with fine oak gun, shed [C] no tear.
[N] Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, the last of Barrett's privateers.
God damn them all, I was told we'd sail the seas for American gold,
with fine oak gun, shed [Cm] no [N] tear.
Well, I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, and you'll never find a better man for own ya.
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pillar, the [Gm] [G] last of Barrett's _ [Am] _ [G] _ privateers. _ _ _
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