Verse 1 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 were tough and though I tried the money wasn’t there And the bankers came and took my land and told me fair is fair Bridge I looked for every kind of job , the answer always no Hire you now, they’d always laugh, we just let 20 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 Chorus And it’s a hee (Ho)! Hi (Ho!) Comin down the plains Stealin wheat and barley and all the other grains And it’s a Ho (Hey)! Hi (Hey)! Farmers bar your doors When you see the jolly roger on regina’s mighty shores