The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

Well I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine

I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. line

But times went by and though I tried, the money wasn't there

And the 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 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

And it's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

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, but they were none the wiser

I ran the ship and sank it and I stole the fertilizer

Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river

Farmers cross in so much fear, their stomachs are a-quiver

'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay

I'll drop the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay

And it's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

Well, Mounty Bobby chased me, he was always at my throat

He followed on the shoreline 'cause he didn't own a boat

But the cutbacks were a-comin' and the mounty lost his job

So now he's sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob

A swinging sword, a skull and bones, and pleasant company

I never pay my income tax and screw the G.S.T. (Screw it!)

Sailing down the Saskatoon, the terror of the sea

If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me

Hah har

It's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

Well, the pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here

I hear in North Alberta, there's a band of buccaneers

They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort 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 and now I have to go

I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico

And it's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

And it's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

And it's a heave ho, hi ho

Coming down the plains

Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains

And it's a ho hey, hi hey

Farmers bar your doors

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

When you see the Jolly Rodger

On Regina's mighty shores

Ha ha ha har, eh