The fish they swim right past our boats and head on out to sea
They’re racing for the Spanish shore, paella soon they’ll be
The season’s spent, roll up your nets, tar the seams of your scull
Our work is done, it’s time for fun, pick up lads where’s your cheer
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Chase the girls in Saskatoon
And thumb our nose at the Queen
The sap it runs right past our spikes and flows on up the tree
It’s streaming fast to every branch, new leaves are budding green
The snow’s gone quick, the syrup’s thick, stack away all your pans
Our work is done, it’s time for fun, pick up lads where’s your cheer
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Chase the girls in Saskatoon
And thumb our nose at the Queen
The buffalo run past our blind they’re bound for the Cyprus Hills
Calves are strong, won’t be long safe wintered down they’ll be
Our carts are full of hide and bull, save your powder for the Sioux
Our work is done, it’s time for fun, pick up lads where’s your cheer
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Danse Michif à Saint-Norbert
And thumb our nose at the Queen
The mustard chaff blows past our barn and spins off wild and free
Seeds are packed, bags are stacked, Bombay bound they’ll be
Fields are clear, no trucks to steer, silo’s all washed down
Our work is done, it’s time for fun, pick up lads where’s your cheer
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Chase the girls in Saskatoon
And thumb our nose at the Queen
We’ll sing Hard Hard Times on Signal Hill
Get roaring drunk in Lachine
Danse Michif à Saint-Norbert
And thumb our nose at the Queen
We’ll thumb our nose at the Queen
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