The Last Saskatchewan Pirate Lyrics - Arrogant Worms

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 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. 

'Cause 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 their ship and sank it, and I stole their fertilizer. 

A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river 

Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a-quiver 

'Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hidin' in the bay, 

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

'Cause 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-coming, so the Mountie lost his job 

So 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. (Screw it!) 

Sailin' down the Saskatoon, the terror of the sea 

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

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

I hear in north Alberta there's a band of buccaneers 

They roam the Athabasca from Smith to Fort McKay 

And you're gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way 

Well, winter is a-coming 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. 

'Cause 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 

'Cause 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