I used to be a farmer, and i made a living fine,
I had a little stretch of land along the city line
But time 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, the 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, 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
-Courtesy of The Arrogant Worms-