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.
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