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Karaokê Barrett's Privateers - Stan Rogers

Esta música é uma versão de Barrett's Privateers, popularizada por Stan Rogers

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo: variável (aproximadamente 84 BPM)

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Dó

A música começa a capella

Duração: 04:20 - Visualizar: 01:29

Ano de lançamento: 1976
Estilos: Folk, Em inglês
Autor Original: Stanley Rogers

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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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