Well I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine I had a little stretch of land along the sea be line But times went by 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 always laughed we just let 20 go The government they promised me a measly a 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 And 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 the ship and sank it and stole the fertilizer Bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans the mighty river Farmers cross with so much fear their stomach are a-quiver 'Cause they know that Captain Tractor's hiding in the bay I'll jump the bridge and knock 'em cold and sail off with their hay And 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 shore lines cause he didn't own a boat But the cutbacks were coming and the mountie lost his job So now he's sailing with me and we call him Salty Bob A swinging sword and skull and 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 Ha har And 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 a chill in the breeze But pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze But I'll be back in spring time, but now I have to go I hear there's lots of plundering down in New Mexico And 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 And 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 And 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

There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her, a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed The captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the whaleman's creed She took the ship in tow (huh) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go For 40 days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the captain, crew, and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go

Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land And I paddle away from brave England's white sands To search for my long ago forgotten friends To search for the place I hear all sailors end As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind I'll search without sleeping 'til peace I can find I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea I remember the fallen, do they think of me? When their bones in the ocean forever will be Plot a course to the night to a place I once knew To a place where my hope died along with my crew So I swallow my grief and face life's final test To find promise of peace and the solace of rest As the songs of the dead fill the space of my ears Their laughter like children, their beckoning cheers My heart longs to join them, sing songs of the sea I remember the fallen, do they think of me? When their bones in the ocean forever will be When at last before my ghostly shipmates I stand I shed a small tear for my home upon land Though their eyes speak of depths filled with struggle and strife Their smiles below say I don't owe them my life As the souls of the dead fill the space of my eyes And my boat listed over and tried to capsize I'm this far from drowning, this far from the sea I remember the living, do they think of me? When my bones in the ocean forever will be Now that I'm staring down at the darkest abyss I'm not sure what I want, but I don't think it's this As my comrades call to stand fast and forge on I make sail for the dawn 'til the darkness has gone As the souls of the dead live for'er in my mind As I live all the years that they left me behind I'll stay on the shore but still gaze at the sea I remember the fallen and they think of me For our souls in the ocean together will be I remember the fallen and they think of me For our souls in the ocean together will be

I was nineteen when I came to town They called it the summer of love They were burning pages, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way Brown hair zig-zag around her face, a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes She said, young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent We could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said: Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way We were camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should We were fighting more in those days and tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch Oh she was a rare thing Fine as a Beeswing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child Oh she was running wild She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way She said: As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way

Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also But when you have killed And your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Elm, she hates mankind and waits, 'til every gust be laid To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn He'll take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Oh, do not tell the priest our plight For he would call it a sin But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs All on a midsummer's morn Surely we'll sing of no little thing In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn

Our tale begins with the heaviest storm The Fools beached on our shore They wake beneath the Great Lighthouse of yore Built thousands of years before I set them to sea, to see how they fair Stormstrider lighting the way With only each other to stand by their sides They kept foes at bay, at least for today With danger approaching, they tried and they tried The Aquapocalypse ever raging topside More relics of sirens they pull from the depths Unaware that their quest might lead them to their deaths Our tale began with the heaviest storm Now I'm afraid how it ends Believe me, believe me, I've seen it before The darkness that lurks in the eye of the storm The darkness that lurks in The darkness that lurks in the eye I guess we'll find out who's the greatest of Fools