Tie Breakers

One of the following songs is decided upon, and the best rendition by the fleet's captain wins.




Oh, the year was 1778, 
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now.
A letter of marque come from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I'd 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,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
would make for him the Antelope's crew
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The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags
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On the King's birthday we put to sea,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
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On the 96th day we sailed again,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight
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The Yankee lay low down with gold,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days
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Then at length we stood two cables away,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
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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 Maintruck carried off both me legs
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So here I lay in my 23rd year,
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
It's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
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It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We whalermen undergo.
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done
How hard the winds did blow.
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
With a good ship, taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Old Maui.

//Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys
Rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Old Maui.//

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice and wind and rain.
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands,
We soon shall see again.
Six hellish months we've passed away
On the cold Kamchatka Sea,
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground 
Rolling down to Old Maui.
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Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Towards our island home.
Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done,
And we ain't go far to roam.
Our stu'n's'l bones is carried away
What care we for that sound?
A living gale is after us,
Thank God we're homeward bound.
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How soft the breeze through the island trees, 
Now the ice is far astern.
Them native maids, them tropical glades 
Is a-waiting our return.
Even now their big brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales
Rolling down to old Maui.
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