I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
But time 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, the promised me a measly 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!!!
(Arrr! Arrr! Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!!)
Cause it`s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin` down the plains
Stealin` wheat and barley and all the other grains
It`s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores
Well, you`d 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 their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer!
A bridge outside of Moosejaw spans a mighty river
Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver
Cause they know that TRACTOR JACK is hiding in the bay
I`ll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay!
Cause it`s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin` down the plains
Stealin` wheat and barley and all the other grains
It`s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
He`d follow on the shoreline cause he didn`t own a boat
But cutbacks were a-coming and the Mountie lost his job
And now he`s sailing with us, and we call him Salty Bob!
A swingin` sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon I`m the terror of the seas
If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!
Cause it`s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin` down the plains
Stealin` wheat and barley and all the other grains
It`s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores
Arrrr, Metis! Get it? Matey? (Hey, that`s Riel-ly funny! You
know, Louis Riel?)
Well, Pirate life`s appealing but you just don`t find it here,
I`ve heard that in Alberta there`s a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabaska and sail to Fort McKay
And you`re gonna loose 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
I`ll be back in springtime but now I have to go
I hear there`s lots of plundering down in New Mexico!
Cause it`s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin` down the plains
Stealin` wheat and barley and all the other grains
It`s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores
Cause it`s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin` down the plains
Stealin` wheat and barley and all the other grains
It`s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores
When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina`s mighty shores...
