But bimeby I come more brave--an' tak' Elmire she's han'
"Laisse-moi tranquille" Elmire she say "You mus' be crazy man."

"Yass--yass," I say, "mebbe you t'ink I'm wan beeg loup garou,
Dat's forty t'ousand 'noder girl, I lef' dem all for you,
I s'pose you know Polique Gauthier your frien'on St. Cesaire
I ax her marry me nex' wick--she tak' me--I don't care."

Ba gosh; Elmire she don't lak dat--it mak' her feel so mad--
She commence cry, say "'Poleon you treat me very bad--
I don't lak see you t'row you'seff upon Polique Gauthier,
So if you say you love me sure--we mak' de mariee."--

Oh it was fine tam affer dat--Castor I t'ink he know,
We're not too busy for get home--he go so nice an' slow,
He's only upset t'ree--four tam--an' jus' about daylight
We pass upon de ole man's place--an' every t'ing's all right.

Wall! we leev happy on de farm for nearly fifty year,
Till wan day on de summer tam--she die--ma belle Elmire
I feel so lonesome lef' behin'--I tink 'twas bes' mebbe--
Dat w'en le Bon Dieu tak' ma famme--he should not forget me.

But dat is hees biz-nesse ma frien'--I know dat's all right dere
I'll wait till he call "'Poleon" den I will be prepare--
An' w'en he fin' me ready, for mak' de longue voyage
He guide me t'roo de wood hesef upon ma las' portage.