Sarrett's Privateers

• To the tune of Barrett’s Privateer's by Stan Rogers
• Adapted by Will Kitchen

Oh, the year was three and sixty-eight, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! A letter of marque come from the salt lords, To the scummiest vessel I ever have saw,

So damn them all! I was told we'd sail the seas for Imperial gold! We'd loose no bolts, shed no tears… Now I'm a broken orc on a Broken Shore pier, The last of Sarrett's Privateers!

Oh, Darvid Sarrett cried the town, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! For twenty brave orcs all fisherfolk who Would make for him the Antelope's crew

So damn them all...

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! It'd a list to the port and and its sails in rags And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and the jags

So damn them all…

On the first of spring we put to sea, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! We were 91 days round Catazar Bay Pumping like madmen all the way

So damn…

On the 96th day we sailed again, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! When a bloody great Leaguer hove in sight With our slack ballista we made to fight

So damn...

The Leaguer lay low down with gold, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! It was broad and fat and loose in stays But to catch it took the Antelope two whole days

So damn…

Then at length we stood two cables away, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! Our slack ballista made an awful din But with one fat bolt they stove us in

So damn…

The Antelope shook and pitched on its side, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! Sarrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the main-trunk carried off both me legs

So damn…

So here I lay in my 23rd year, HOW I WISH I WAS IN DUBHTRAIG NOW! It's been six years since we sailed away And I just made Broken Shore yesterday

So damn them all!

I was told we'd sail the seas for Imperial gold! We'd loose no bolts, shed no tears… Now I'm a broken orc on a Broken Shore pier, The last of Sarrett's Privateers!