The Last Saskatchewan Pirate
This here be the best pirate song ever.
Here be the lyrics so ye can sing along:
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 'though I tried and 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 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
CHORUS:
And it's a heave-ho, high ho, coming down the plains
Stealing wheat and barley and all the other grains
And it's a ho hey, high hey, farmers bar your doors
When you 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 sank an unprotected barge
I snuck up right behind me 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
Cuz they know that Tractor Jack is waiting in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay
CHORUS
Well, Mountie Bob he chased me he was always at my throat
He'd follow on the shoreline cuz he didn't own a boat
But cutbacks were a-coming so the Mountie lost his job
And 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.
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you want to reacht he co-op, you gotta get by me
CHORUS
Well, pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here
I heard that in Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort Mackay
And you're bound to lose your stetson if you have to pass their way
Winter is a-coming and a chill is in the breeze
My pirate days are over when the river starts to freeze
I'll be back in springtime but now I have to go
I hear there's lot of plundering down in New Mexico
