Real McKenzies is a Celtic punk band founded in Vancouver, Canada in 1992, … Read Full Bio ↴Real McKenzies is a Celtic punk band founded in Vancouver, Canada in 1992, described as "a guitar-and-bagpipe wailing Celtic punk rock-and-roll". They have set themselves apart from other punk bands by including bagpipes in all of their studio albums and at most of their concerts, much like the similar bands Dropkick Murphys and Flatfoot 56. Their current piper, Matt MacNasty, has been with the band since its release of "Loch'd and Loaded" in 2001.
Lead singer Paul McKenzie leads a high-energy act which does extensive concert tours, including an eight-month, twenty-three-country tour in a van. On these tours they have shared the stage with Shane MacGowan, Rancid, NOFX, Flogging Molly, The Misfits, and even Metallica.
In addition to their original music, the McKenzies also resurrect old Scottish and Irish favorites, giving them a modern arrangement. Their songs have been used in beer commercials and featured in video games
* Paul McKenzie — vocals
* Dirty Kurt Robertson — guitar, vocals
* Matthew MacNasty — bagpipes real name: Matthew James Hawley
* "Little" Joe Raposo (RKL) — bass guitar
* Sean Sellers (Good Riddance) — war drums
* Mark "Bone" Boland — guitar, vocals
* Dave Gregg (D.O.A) - Guitar
* Gwomper ( Avail, Smoke or Fire.) -Bass, Vocals.
* Gord Taylor ( The Stirling Pipe Band ) --Bagpipes.
* Karl Alvarez ( All, The Descendants.) --Bass.
Lead singer Paul McKenzie leads a high-energy act which does extensive concert tours, including an eight-month, twenty-three-country tour in a van. On these tours they have shared the stage with Shane MacGowan, Rancid, NOFX, Flogging Molly, The Misfits, and even Metallica.
In addition to their original music, the McKenzies also resurrect old Scottish and Irish favorites, giving them a modern arrangement. Their songs have been used in beer commercials and featured in video games
* Paul McKenzie — vocals
* Dirty Kurt Robertson — guitar, vocals
* Matthew MacNasty — bagpipes real name: Matthew James Hawley
* "Little" Joe Raposo (RKL) — bass guitar
* Sean Sellers (Good Riddance) — war drums
* Mark "Bone" Boland — guitar, vocals
* Dave Gregg (D.O.A) - Guitar
* Gwomper ( Avail, Smoke or Fire.) -Bass, Vocals.
* Gord Taylor ( The Stirling Pipe Band ) --Bagpipes.
* Karl Alvarez ( All, The Descendants.) --Bass.
Barrett s Privateers
The Real McKenzies Lyrics
Oh, the year was 1778
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well 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 sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But 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 up for the Antelope's crew
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Now the Antelope she was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the shakes and the jags
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
And on the King's birthday we sailed away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 97 days from Montego Bay
We were pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
And on the 98th day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
With a big fat American hove in sight
Our cracked four pounders made to fight
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
That Yankee she lay low with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was big and fat and loose at the stays
And to catch her took us three whole days
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Well at last we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But an American ball come staved us in
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Now the Antelope shook and she pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck took off both my legs
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
So here I lay in my 23rd year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well it's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
And you'll never find a better man far or near
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well 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 sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make up for the Antelope's crew
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Now the Antelope she was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She'd a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the shakes and the jags
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
And on the King's birthday we sailed away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
We were 97 days from Montego Bay
We were pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
And on the 98th day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
With a big fat American hove in sight
Our cracked four pounders made to fight
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
That Yankee she lay low with gold
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
She was big and fat and loose at the stays
And to catch her took us three whole days
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Well at last we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But an American ball come staved us in
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Now the Antelope shook and she pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck took off both my legs
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
So here I lay in my 23rd year
How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now
Well it's been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
God damn them all! I was told
We'd sail the seas for American gold
We'd fire no gun, shed no tear
But I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
And you'll never find a better man far or near
I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Stanley Rogers
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