| In Ottawa, there is a custom
|
| Before the boy becomes the 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 can
|
| Oh, Northern boy, as thick as a tree
|
| As dull as a butter knife
|
| Oh, Northern boy, clean of limb, clear of eye
|
| Unfettered he lives, unfettered he’ll die
|
| The Northern boy, oh, Northern boy
|
| Saskatchewan an endless prairie
|
| Where the buffalo used to roam
|
| Only a man, half blind on whiskey
|
| Would choose to make this land his home
|
| Would choose to make this land his home
|
| 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 lamb
|
| And just like a sheep he will follow you
|
| Whenever he can
|
| The Northern boy, the Northern boy
|
| The Northern boy |