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 Where we can live, if you marry me 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 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 Kids are gone, and so is Louise Ontario, they did go 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