Thus the lie of the recruiter is exposed in "Barrett's Privateers", one of Stan Rogers' most famous songs. Its a great protest song even though who knows if he meant it to be one.
I was turned on to Stan Rogers about the time of the first gulf was by a fellow vet in my peace group. I've always been a sucker for sea shanties ever since I started hanging around with a local Celtic group, the Howling Gael back in the early 70s. "Barrett's Privateers" was Stan's response to wanting to have a shanty where he could be the lead singer instead of the responder. Written about a Privateer during the revolutionary war, it tells the tale of a young man offered the chance to make his fortune on the sloop the "Antelope" (the scummiest vessel I've ever seen).
Take a listen, this is off of "Between the breaks", a live album.
Here are the lyrics:
1. O 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
(The chorus, sung after each verse)
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
2. 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 . . . .
3. 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 . . . .
4. On the King's birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .
5. On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a great big Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
God damn them all . . . .
6. 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 . . . .
7. Then at length she stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .
8. 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 . . . .
9. Now 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 . . . .
God damn them all indeed.