Ma jolie, how do you do? Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibodeau I come from east of Gatineau My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie. J'ai une maison a La Fontaine Where we will live if you marry me Une belle maison a La Fontaine Where we will live, you and me Oh Louise, ohoh, ma jolie Louise. Tous les matins au soleil I did work 'til work is done; Tous les matins au soleil I did work 'til work is done. And one day the foreman Said "Jean-Guy, we must let you go" Et puis 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, four and three Et la bouteille, she's mon ami. I drink the rum 'til I can't see It hides the shame Louise does not see. A carousel turns in my head And I can't hide, 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, the 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, oh oh oh oh, And I remember the days and the promises that we made, Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.