The Last Saskatchewan Pirate

The Pubcrawlers

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    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

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    Cause it's a heave (ho!) hi (ho!) comin' down the plains
    Stealin' wheat and barley and all the other grains
    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 TRACTOR JACK is hiding in the bay
    I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay!

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    Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
    He'd follow 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)
    Prince Albert down to Saskatoon I'm the terror of the seas
    If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

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    Well, Pirate life's appealing but you just don't find it here,
    I've heard that in Alberta there's a band of buccaneers
    They roam the Athabaska and sail 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
    I'll be back in springtime but now I have to go
    I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico!

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