So mebbe it 's bes' go slow;

Ba tonder! you got to go."

 Louis try hard to tak' hees tam But w'en he see de fall Comin' along in a week or so, All aroun' heem de rain an' snow An' pork on de bar'l runnin' low, He don't feel good at all. 

But w'en he see de fall

He don't feel good at all.

 An' w'en he t'ink of de swampy farm An' gettin' up winter night, Watchin' de stove if de win' get higher For fear de chimley go on fire, It's makin' poor Louis feel so tire He tell de devil, "All right." 

An' gettin' up winter night,

He tell de devil, "All right."

 "Correct," dat feller say right away, "I 'll only say, Au revoir," An' out of de winder he 's goin' pouf! Beeg nose, long hair, short tail, an' hoof, Off on de road to Bord à Plouffe Crossin' de reever dere. 

"I 'll only say, Au revoir,"

Crossin' de reever dere.

 W'en Louis get up nex' day, ma frien', Dere 's lot of devil sign— Bar'l o' pork an' keg o' rye, Bag o' potato ten foot high, Pile o' wood nearly touch de sky, Was some o' de t'ing he fin'. 

Dere 's lot of devil sign—

Was some o' de t'ing he fin'.

 Suit o' clothes would have cos' a lot An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno, Trotter horse w'en he want to ride Eatin' away on de barn outside, Stan' all day if he 's never tied, An' watch an' chain also. 

An' ev'ryt'ing I dunno,

An' watch an' chain also.

 An' swamp dat's bodder heem many tam, W'ere is dat swamp to-day? Don't care if you 're huntin' up an' down You won't fin' not'ing but medder groun', An' affer de summer come aroun' W'ere can you see such hay? 

W'ere is dat swamp to-day?

W'ere can you see such hay?

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