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 the 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 Rogger on Regina's mighty shores
Well you'd think the local farmers would know that I'm at large
Chorus
Well pirate life's appealing, but you don't just find it here