Ma jolie, how do you do? Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux I come from east of Gatineau My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie J´ai une maison à Lafontaine
Where we can live, if you marry me Une belle maison à Lafontaine Where we will live, you and me Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise
Tous les matins au soleil I will work ´til work is done Tous les matins au soleil I did work ´til work was done And one day, the foreman said « Jean-Guy, we must let you go » Et pis mon nom, y est pas bon At the mill anymore... Oh Louise, I´m losing my head I´m losing my head
My kids are small, 4 and 3 Et la bouteille, she´s mon ami
I drink the rum ´tilI I can´t see It hides the shame Louise does not see Carousel turns in my head And I can´t hide, oh no, no, no, no And the rage turned in my head And Louise, I struck her down Down on the ground I´m losing my mind, I´m losing my mind
En Septembre ´63 Kids are gone, and so is Louise Ontario, they did go Near la ville de Toronto Now my tears, they roll down Tous les jours And I remember the days And the promises that we made Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise