Oh the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen
God damn them all, I was told
We'd sail the seas for AMERICAN gold, we'd fire no guns
Shed no teeaars!
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax Pier!
The laaast of Barrett's Privateers!
We'd sail the Back Sea for Russian gold!
God damn them all
Oh the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
A letter of marque came from the king
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen
God damn them all, I was told
We'd sail the seas for AMERICAN gold, we'd fire no guns
Shed no teeaars!
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax Pier!
The laaast of Barrett's Privateers!
We'd sail the Back Sea for Russian gold!
God damn them all