I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine, I had a little stretch of land along the CP line, But times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there, And bankers came and took my land and told me "Fair is Fair".
I looked for every kind of job the answer always "No", "Hire you now" they'd always laugh, "We just let Twenty go!" The government, they promised me a measley little sum, But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum! Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone, I'm gonna be a pirate, on the river Saskatchewan!
Coz it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, It's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well you think the local farmers would know that I'm at large, But just the other day I found an unprotected barge, I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser, I rammed the ship and sank it and I stole the Fertilizer
A Bridge outside of Moosejaw spans a mighty river, Farmers cross in so much fear their stomach's are a quiver, 'Cause they know that Tractor Jack's a-hiding in the bay, I'll jump the bridge and knock em cold and sail off with their Hay!
Cuz it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, It's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well Mountie Bob he chased me he was always at my throat, He followed on the shorelines 'cause he didn't own a boat, But cut-backs were a comin' and the Mountie lost his job, So now he's sailin' with me and we call him Salty Bob!
A Swingin' Sword and Skull and Bones are pleasant company, I never pay my Income Tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!) Salin' down to Saskatoon the Terror of the Sea, If you wanna reach the Co-op boy you gotta get by me!
Cuz it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, It's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here, I've heard that in Alberta there's a band of Buckaneers, They rome the althabaska from Smith to North McKay, And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way.
Well Winter is a comin' and a chill is in the breeze, My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze, But I'll be back in Spring time but now I have to go, I hear there's lots of plunderin' down in New Mexico.
Cuz it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, It's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
Cuz it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) Comin' down the plains, Stealin' Wheat and Bareley and all the other grains, It's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) Farmers bar yer doors, When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
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