To the tune of The Mermaid by Martin Carthy and the UK Group
Lyrics by Amy Molnar

As we lay drained and ill at ease
In another dreadful year
We think upon that fateful day
The Princeling became Premier

Oh last Election Day was grim
Our hopes, they were not grand
Yet the news bore down, worse than e'er before
Prince Kenney had the votes in his hand, in his hand
Prince Kenney had the votes in hand

And first Lord Jean he stood up tall
He thought his place was sweet
United they would hold the right flank strong
Til' Kenney crushed the Wildrose 'neath his feet

As the Princeling drew his lords in close, 
A war room did he conceive
To proclaim the virtues of the sands
And the oil in which he believes, he believes,
And the oil in which he'd have us believe.

Now our gallant lands have gone to wreck
As the Princeling would not heed
The cries of those who were here before
Only his ego would he feed

As if destruction would not suffice,
Disease spread o'er the land
And yet his lords and ladies flew
Since for them travel was not banned, was not banned
Since for them travel was not banned

The plague, the plague, it would not slow,
Too late, the Princeling's orders came
So many lives whose light has dimmed,
And we have Jason Kenney to blame, to blame
We have Jason Kenney to blame.