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

I had a little stretch of land along the city 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!" (Ha-haa!)

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!!!



Cause it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

And 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 Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay 

I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay! 



And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

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

But the 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!!) 

Sailing down to Saskatoon, the terror of the seas 

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



(HA-HARR!!)

It's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

And It's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors 

When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores 



(*spoken* Arrrr! Ya salty dog!) 

(*spoken* Arrrr! Ya salty gopher!) 

(*spoken* Arr.. ya.. salty bale of hay!) 

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 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 

But I'll be back in springtime but now I have to go 

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



And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors 

When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores 



And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

And it's a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors 

When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores



And it's a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin' down the plains 

Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains 

And 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

When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores...

(Ha-ha-harr, eh?)