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
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 'til 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.