She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie. 

Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me—

She 'd be safer on a stone wall, but she 's still ma Rosalie.

 All alone: de neares' shaintee, over ten mile down de reever— An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well— W'en I 'm comin' home wan morning affer trappin' on de beaver, An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle." 

An' might be only yesterday, I 'member it so well—

An' ma wife is sayin', "Hurry, go an' fetch Ma-dame Labelle."

 If you 're stan'in' on de bank dere, you mus' t'ink I 'm crazy feller By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go— But Ma-dame know all about it, an' I never need to tell her, An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe. 

By de way I work de paddle, an' de way canoe she go—

An' we jus' get back in tam' dere for welcome leetle Joe.

 Dat 's de way dem woman 's doin' for help along each oder, For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie— Of course dere 's many tam too, dey got to be godmoder— An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me. 

For Pierre Labelle he 's comin' now an' den for Rosalie—

An' w'en dey want godfader, w'y dere 's only Pierre an' me.

 Twenty year so hard we 're workin', twenty year reapin', sowin', Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too— But it 's never feelin' lonesome w'ile de familee is growin', An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do. 

Choppin' tree an' makin' portage, an' de chil'ren help us too—

An' de cradle seldom empty, an' we got so moche to do.

 Den w'en all de work is finish, w'at dey 're callin' de surveyor He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might— For it 's easy job to foller, w'en de road is lyin' dere, So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night. 

He 's comin' here an' fin' us, an' of course so well he might—

So blin' man he can walk it wit' hees eyes closed, darkes' night.

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