The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

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Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
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I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
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But times went by and though I tried the money wasn't there
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And bankers came and took my land and told me "Fair is Fair"
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I looked for every kind of job, the answer always "No",
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"Hire you now" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go!" (Haha)
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The government, they promised me a measley little sum,
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But I've got too much pride to end up just another bum!
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Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone,
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I'm gonna be a pirate, on the river Saskatchewan!

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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
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And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.

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Well, you think the local farmers would know that I'm at large,
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But just the other day I found an unprotected barge,
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I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser,
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I rammed the ship and sank it and I stole the fertilizer
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A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river,
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Farmers cross in so much fear their stomaches are a quiver,
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'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay,
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I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay!

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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
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And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.

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Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat,
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He followed on the shorelines 'cause he didn't own a boat,
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But cut-backs were a comin' and the Mountie lost his job,
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So now he's sailin' with me and we call him Salty Bob!
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A swingin' sword and skull and bones are pleasant company,
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I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (SCD W IT!)
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Salin' down to Saskatoon, the Terror of the Sea,
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If you wanna reach the Co-op boy you gotta get by me! (har-har!)

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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
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And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.

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Well pirate life's appealing but you don't just find it here,
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I hear in North Alberta there's a band of buccaneers,
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They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Port McKay,
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And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way.
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Well, winter is a comin' and a chill is in the breeze,
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My pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze,
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But I'll be back in springtime and now I have to go,
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I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico!

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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
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And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.
[Chorus] (accappella)
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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
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And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,

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And it's a Heave (HO) High (HO) comin' down the plains,
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Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains,
         N.C.   C  N.C.    C     F       G       C
And it's a Ho (HEY!) High (HEY!) farmers bar yer doors,
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When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores.

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

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