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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."

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