Alestorm The Last Saskatchewan Pirate ^минус

Oh, 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 hard and though I tried, the money wasn't there
And the 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!"

Yeah, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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

Well, you 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 Captain Yarrface hides in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay!

Yeah, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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

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 and the Mountie lost his job
So now he's sailing with me and we call him Little Bob!

A swinging sword, and skull n' bones, and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax, and screw the GST! (SCREW IT!)
Sailing down to Saskatoon, the terror of the sea
If you want to reach the co-op boy, you gotta get by me!

Yeah, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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

Well, the 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 the 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 plunderin' down in New Mexico!

Yeah, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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

'Cause, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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

Yeah, it's a heave-ho, hi-ho 
Coming down the plains
Stealing 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
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina's mighty shores
Regina