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| Barretts Privateers |
| Oh the year was seventeen seventy eight I wish I were in Edinburgh 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. Oh Elcid Barrett cried the town, I wish I were in Edinburgh 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 sight. I wish I were in Edinburgh now! She'd a list to port and her sails in rags, And a cook in the scuppers with staggers and jags. On the King's birthday we put to sea I wish I were in Edinburgh now! We were ninety-one days to Montego bay, Pumping like madmen all the way. On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again. I wish I were in Edinburgh now! When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight The Yankee lay low down with gold. I wish I were in Edinburgh 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. I wish I were in Edinburgh now! Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din, But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in. The Antelope shook and pitched on her side. I wish I were in Edinburgh now! Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs, And the maintruck carried off both me legs. So here I lay in my twenty-third year. I wish I were in Edinburgh now! It's been six years since we sailed away, And I just made Halifax yesterday. |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow me. By Oppression's woes and pains! By your Sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud Usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us Do - or Die!!! Choose your destiny. |
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