And you to whom adversity has dealt the final blow With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go - Stan Rogers

Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a northwest passage to the sea.

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, the year was seventeen seventy-eight (how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)