Harbour Grace and an Honest Trade

I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer
I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer
And you should probably stay away from here for now
Cause all I’m trying to do is blend in with the crowd

At first I did it to protect the fleet
I’d bomb, I’d pillage, I’d clear the streets
I’d act like a pirate but I’m just a privateer
I’m only trying to protect the ships in the pier

I don’t have a peg leg
I don’t wear a patch
And I don’t have a parrot as pet
But I do have a chest that’s by my bed
Full of treasure I collect
Well I’m just an honest man with a good business plan

Boats will come and they will go
And dance around and do-si-do
If you’ve got rum then I want some
To pass for safe in Harbour Grace
If you’ve got beer in Carbonear
Or Bryant’s Cove and Bristol’s Hope
It’s only fair you pay the fare
A barrel here a barrel there
I just think I deserve to have my share

I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer
I’m not a pirate I’m a privateer
No lies
All I’m trying to be is one of da by’s

written by Marc Poirier