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Barrett's Privateers
Stan Rogers

Two verses and choruses: .mp3 (300K) "Barrett's Privateers" is performed by 3 Pints Gone  on their CD The Shores of St. Valery. Please refer to Cantaria's Copyright information

About the singer/songwriter by Bruce Eder from www.windowsmedial.com.

Stan Rogers came from Hamilton, Ontario, a six-foot-four poet who started out as a rock bassist before turning to folk music. With his rich voice, he used his music to call to life all of the wonder and mysticism of his native Canada. His singing is occasionally mistaken for that of Gordon Lightfoot, but it's huskier and earthier than Lightfoot's, and his repertoire—made up of song cycles drawn from throughout Canada—is also more tradition-oriented and more mystical. Rogers died in a fire aboard an Air Canada flight at the Cincinnati/Kentucky airport in June 1983, leaving behind a half-dozen albums.

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’ve ever seen. Refrain: 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, Elcid Barrett cried the town      How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! For twenty brave souls, all fisherman, who Would make for him the Antelope’s crew. The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight      How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! She'd a list to port and her sails in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags. On the king’s birthday we set to sea       How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now! It was ninety-one days to Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way. 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. Oh, 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. 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. Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side      ( "How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!") Oh Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the maintruck carried off both me legs. So here I sit in my twenty-third year      ( "How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!") It’s been six years since I sailed away  And I just made Halifax yesterday.

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