Hooraw, pour Canadaw!"

 "Merci—non, non—I tak' no more," De devil say at las', "For tam is up wit' you, Louis, So come along, ma frien', wit' me, So many star I 'm sure I see, De storm she mus' be pas'." 

De devil say at las',

De storm she mus' be pas'."

 "No hurry—wait a minute, please," Say Louis Desjardins, "We 'll have a smoke before we 're t'roo, 'T will never hurt mese'f or you To try a pipe, or mebbe two, Of tabac Canayen." [1] 

Say Louis Desjardins,

Of tabac Canayen." [1]

 "Wan pipe is all I want for me— We 'll finish our smoke downstair," De devil say, an' it was enough, For w'en he tak' de very firse puff He holler out, "Maudit! w'at stuff! Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!" 

We 'll finish our smoke downstair,"

Fresh air! fresh air!! fresh air!!!"

 An' oh! he was never sick before Till he smoke tabac Bruneau— Can't walk or fly, but he want fresh air, So Louis put heem on rockin' chair An' t'row heem off on de road out dere— An' tole heem go below. 

Till he smoke tabac Bruneau—

An' tole heem go below.

 An' he shut de door an' fill de place Wit' tabac Canayen, An' never come out, an' dat 's a fac'— But smoke away till hees face is black— So dat 's w'y de devil don't come back For Louis Desjardins. 

Wit' tabac Canayen,

For Louis Desjardins.

 An' dere he 's yet, an' dere he 'll stay— So weech of de two 'll win Can't say for dat—it 's kin' of a doubt, For Louis, de pipe never leave hees mout', An' night or day can't ketch heem out, An' devil 's too scare go in. 

So weech of de two 'll win

An' devil 's too scare go in.

 

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