LORD:
In Ottawa, there is a custom
Before the boy becomes a man
He takes a drop of Northern courage
And swears he'll do the best he can
He swears he'll do the best he canDEVIL:
Oh Northern boy
As thick as a tree
As dull as a butter knife
LORD:
Oh Northern boy
Clean of limb, clear of eye
Unfettered he lives, unfettered he'll die
The Nothern boy
Oh, Nothern boy
Saskatchewan
An endless prairie
Where the buffalo used to roamDEVIL:
Only a man
Half-blind on whiskey
Would choose to make
This land his home
Would choose to make
This land his home
LORD:
Oh, Northern boy
As strong as an oak
As quick as a thunderbolt
To adventure he'll rise
The Northern boy
Can be gentle as a lambDEVIL:
And just like a sheep he will follow you
Whenever he can
The Northern boyLORD:
The Northern boy
The Northern boy
