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Saskatchewan 1. Saskatchewan, the land of snow Where winds are always on the blow And [where] people sit with frozen toes And why we stay here, no-one knows. Chorus Saskatchewan, Saskatchewan, There's no place like Saskatchewan We sit and gaze across the plains And wonder why it never rains And Gabriel blows his trumpet sound, He says, "The rain, she's gone around." 2. Our pigs are dying on their feet Because they have no food [feed] to eat Our horses, though of bronco race Starvation stares them in the face. 3. The milk from cows has ceased to flow We had to ship them ['em] east, you know Our hens are old, they [and] lay no eggs Our turkeys eat grasshopper legs. 4. But still we love Saskatchewan, We're proud to say we're natives ones So count your blessings, drop by drop - Next year we'll have a bumper crop! by William W. Smith, Swift Current to "Beulah Land" tune; parallel to an earlier US parody called "Dakota Land". Sung by Jim Young, Regina, to Barbara Cass-Beggs, on "Folksongs of Saskatchewan", Folkways, 1963 JB JB apr96
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