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 a Lafontaine Where we can live, if you marry me Une belle maison a 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