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Oh the year was seventeen-seventy-eight
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
When a letter of marque came from the king
For the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen

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Oh damn them all I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns and shed no tears
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers

Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
And twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope crew
But the Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
She'd a list to her port and her sails in rags
The cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

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It was on the king's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
We were 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 Sharbrook now
When a bloody great Yankee hauled into sight
Our crack four-pounders made to fight

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The Yankee lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
She was broad and fat and loose in her staves
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
At length we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
Our crack four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the yank dove us in

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The antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main mast took of both of my legs
Now here I sit in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Sharbrook now
It's been five years since I sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

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from Songs From the Basement, released September 1, 2012

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