Northern Boy - Randy Newman

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