Black hair--black eye, an' chick rosee dat's lak wan fameuse on de fall
But don't spik much--not of dat kin', I can't say she love me at all.

Ma girl--she's fader beeg farmeur--leev 'noder side St. Flore
Got five-six honder acre--mebbe a leetle more--
Nice sugar bush--une belle maison--de bes' I never see--
So w'en I go for spark Elmire, I don't be mak' de foolish me--

Elmire!--she's pass t'ree year on school--Ste. Anne de la Perade
An' w'en she's tak' de firs' class prize, dat's mak' de ole man glad;
He say "Ba gosh--ma girl can wash--can keep de kitchen clean
Den change her dress--mak' politesse before God save de Queen."

Dey's many way for spark de girl, an' you know dat of course,
Some way dey might be better way, an' some dey might be worse
But I lak' sit some cole night wit' my girl on ole burleau
Wit' lot of hay keep our foot warm--an' plaintee buffalo--

Dat's geev good chances get acquaint--an' if burleau upset
An' t'row you out upon de snow--dat's better chances yet--
An' if you help de girl go home, if horse he ronne away
De girl she's not much use at all--don't geev you nice baiser!

Dat's very well for fun ma frien', but w'en you spark for keep
She's not sam t'ing an' mak' you feel so scare lak' leetle sheep
Some tam you get de fever--some tam you're lak snowball
An' all de tam you ack lak' fou--can't spik no t'ing at all.

Wall! dat's de way I feel meseff, wit Elmire on burleau,
Jus' lak' small dog try ketch hees tail--roun' roun' ma head she go