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 CP line But times were hard and though I've tried the money wasn't there And the bankers came and took me land and told me "Fair is fair." I searched 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 wind up just another bum And then I thought, "Who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?" "I'm gonna be a pirate," "On the river Sasketchewan!" It's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore La la lala la lala lala la la La la lala la lala lala la la 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 ran up close behind them And they were none the wiser I rammed their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer The 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 Jack is hidin' in the bay Jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay! And it's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore La la lala la lala lala la la La la lala la lala lala la la Well Mounty Bob he'd chase me He was always at my throat He'd follow on the shoreline Cause he didn't own a boat Well cutbacks were a-comin And the mounty lost his job So now he's sailin' with me and we call him Salty Bob! Swingin' sword and skull and bones are pleasant company I never pay my income tax, screw the GST!¨ Sailin' down to Saskatoon, the Terror of the Sea You wanna reach the co-op, boys? You gotta get by me! And it's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore La la lala la lala lala la la La la lala la lala lala la la Well the pirate life's appealing But you just don't find it here I hear in north Alberta there's a band of buccaneers They roam the Athabaska from Smith to Fort McKay And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way Winter is a-comin' And the chill is in the breeze My sailin' days are over when the river starts to freeze But I'll be back in spring-time For now I have to go I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico! And it's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore La la lala la lala lala la la La la lala la lala lala la la And it's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore And it's a heave! Ho! Comin' down the plains And I'm stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains It's a ho! Hi! Farmer bar your door When you see the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore See the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore See the jolly roger on Regina's mighty shore