Album : Acadie
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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 la fontaine, where we can live, if you marry me
Une belle maison à la fontaine, where we will live you and me

Oh Louise oh oh oh oh oh, ma jolie Louise.

Tous les matins au soleil, I will work till work is done
Tous les matins au soleil, I did work till work was done
And one day the foreman, said Jean-Guy, we must let you go
Et puis mon nom, est pas bon at the mill anymore

Oh Louise, I'm losing my head, I'm losing my head

My kids are small, four and three et la bouteille, she's mon amie
I drink the rhum till I can't see, it hides the shame, Louise does not see
A 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 soixante-trois, 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, uh uh uh uh
And I remember the days and the promises that we made

Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.
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 la fontaine, where we can live, if you marry me   Une belle maison à la fontaine, where we will live you and me      Oh Louise oh oh oh oh oh, ma jolie Louise.      Tous les matins au soleil, I will work till work is done   Tous les matins au soleil, I did work till work was done   And one day the foreman, said Jean-Guy, we must let you go   Et puis mon nom, est pas bon at the mill anymore      Oh Louise, I'm losing my head, I'm losing my head      My kids are small, four and three et la bouteille, she's mon amie   I drink the rhum till I can't see, it hides the shame, Louise does not see   A 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 soixante-trois, 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, uh uh uh uh   And I remember the days and the promises that we made      Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.