My God. That's the greatest thing EVER. It's cooler than the Galactus Heroclix and the Spectre Heroclix put together with chocolate. And it's a COMMON.
The sad thing about Heroclix is that I'm not getting into it, but if I were, I wouldn't be doing it for the gaming, I'd just be doing it because I want all the little figures.
Sadly, I seem to be pathologically incapable of getting British ships in those packs. I've got lots of British crew, but only one British ship from the first set and the set was mispackaged so it had elements from two different ships... :(
Oh the year was seventeen seventy eight I wish I were in Sherbrooke 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 Sherbrooke 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. 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. We were ninety-one days to Montego bay, Pumping like madmen all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again. When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
The Yankee lay low down with gold. 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. 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. 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. It's been six years since we sailed away, And I just made Halifax yesterday.
Barrett’s Privateers is the only shanty I know word-for-word. I learned it when I went to Toronto Brigantine (), a cool-ass organization that teaches youth how to be crew on a brig, specifically the T.S. Playfair and the S.T.V. Pathfinder. I was on Playfair for 5 days I think it was; sadly I was pretty much too old after that (would that I had discovered it sooner!).
I don't actually have a recording of Barrett’s Privateers, though I think I've heard one. Where in hell did you become familiar with it?
The Savoy Society at McGill University all knew it by heart. By association I learned much if not all of it. I need to refresh my memory every once in a while.
I'm no expert on naval history, but dog-gonnit, the fact they made an Antelope, and actually mentioned Barret's Privateers in the flavour text? They could have made it submarine and I'd still have been giddy.
I've got a few of the Barbary Coast ones. Actually, until I knew the Antelope was in there, I was hoping to get a junk! Still, one way or another, I guess I've got to keep buying them...
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The sad thing about Heroclix is that I'm not getting into it, but if I were, I wouldn't be doing it for the gaming, I'd just be doing it because I want all the little figures.
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The Spectre one is the summer special. It'll be about a foot and a half.
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They are pretty figs, though.
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But nobody, and I mean NOBODY, fucks with Jim Corrigan!
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Let's help out the non-Canadians
By Stan Rogers
Oh the year was seventeen seventy eight
I wish I were in Sherbrooke 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 Sherbrooke 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.
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.
We were ninety-one days to Montego bay,
Pumping like madmen all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day we sailed again.
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight
The Yankee lay low down with gold.
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.
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.
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.
It's been six years since we sailed away,
And I just made Halifax yesterday.
Copyright Fogarty's Cove Music, Inc.
Re: Let's help out the non-Canadians
This non-Canuckian thanks you.
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I kid, I kid.
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I don't actually have a recording of Barrett’s Privateers, though I think I've heard one. Where in hell did you become familiar with it?
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But, yeah, Rogers is one of my favourite Canadian musicians.
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Still, very sweet, and at least they got the line of the quarter-deck right.
Doug.
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Still, if you get two antelopes, I'll take one off your hands.
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I had no idea you were a Stan Rogers fan.
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