Chords for Barrett's Privateers
Tempo:
98.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
G
D
C#m
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of Mark 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.
Oh, well, Sid Barrett cried the town, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelopes 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 sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a 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.
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 me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 men eggs, 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's
[C#m] privateers.
[N] [B] [N]
A letter of Mark 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.
Oh, well, Sid Barrett cried the town, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelopes 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 sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a 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.
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 me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 men eggs, 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's
[C#m] privateers.
[N] [B] [N]
Key:
F
G
D
C#m
B
F
G
D
Oh, the year was 1778, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of Mark 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.
Oh, well, Sid Barrett cried the town, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelopes 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 sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a 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.
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 me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 men eggs, 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's _ _ _
[C#m] privateers.
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
A letter of Mark 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.
Oh, well, Sid Barrett cried the town, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
For twenty brave men, all fishermen, who would make for him the antelopes 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 sight, how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
She'd a 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.
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 me 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 [N] Sherbrooke now.
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, but with one fat ball the Yankees stole 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 men eggs, 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 [F] Halifax pier, the [G] last of [D] Barrett's _ _ _
[C#m] privateers.
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _