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 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, 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! 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 found an unprotected barge

I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser

I rammed the ship and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river

Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a quiver

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

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

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 Mountie Bob, he chased me, he was always at my throat

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

But cutbacks were a comin' and the Mountie lost his job

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

A swinging sword a scull 'n bones and pleasant company

I never pay my income tax, and screw the GST -- "Screw It!"

Sailing down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea,

If you want to reach the Co-Op boy, you gotta get by me

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

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

They roam the Athabasca, from Smith to Fort McKay

And you're gonna loose your Stetson and 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,and now I have to go

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

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

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

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

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

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