Jolie Louise
Ma jolie, how do you do?Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-LerouxI come from east of GatineauMy name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie
J'ai une maison à LafontaineWhere we can live, if you marry meUne belle maison à LafontaineWhere we will live, you and meOh Louise, ma jolie Louise
Tous les matins au soleilI will work 'til work is doneTous les matins au soleilI did work 'til work was doneAnd one day, the foreman said« Jean-Guy, we must let you go »Et pis mon nom, y est pas bonAt the mill anymore...Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,I'm losing my head
My kids are small, 4 and 3Et la bouteille, she's mon amiI drink the rum 'tilI I can't seeIt hides the shame Louise does not seeCarousel turns in my head,And I can't hide, oh no, no, no, noAnd the rage turned in my headAnd Louise, I struck her down,Down on the groundI'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind
En Septembre '63kids are gone, and so is Louise.Ontario, they did goNear la ville de TorontoNow my tears, they roll down,Tous les joursAnd I remember the days,And the promises that we madeOh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.