Dat sash it was mak' for you,

An' o' course it 'll never do

W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour

An' not have a nice ceinture."

 An' den she measure dat sash on me, An' I fin' it so long an' wide I pass it aroun' her, an' dere we stan', De two of us bote inside— "Could n't be better, ma chère Marie, Dat sash it is fit so well— It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me, An' bote togeder, ma belle." 

An' I fin' it so long an' wide

De two of us bote inside—

Dat sash it is fit so well—

An' bote togeder, ma belle."

 So I wear it off on de weddin' tour An' long after dat also, An' never a minute I 'm carin' how De win' of de winter blow— Don't matter de cole an' frosty night— Don't matter de stormy day, So long as I 'm feex up close an' tight Wit' de ole ceinture fleché. 

An' long after dat also,

De win' of de winter blow—

Don't matter de stormy day,

Wit' de ole ceinture fleché.

 An' w'ere 's de woman can beat her now, Ma own leetle girl Marie? For we 're marry to-day jus' feefty year An' never a change I see— But wan t'ing strange, dough I try ma bes' For measure dat girl wance more, She say—"Go off wit' de foolishness, Or pass on de outside door. 

Ma own leetle girl Marie?

An' never a change I see—

For measure dat girl wance more,

Or pass on de outside door.

 "You know well enough dat sash get tight Out on de snow an' wet Drivin' along on ev'ry place, Den how can it fit me yet? Shows w'at a fool you be, Narcisse, W'enever you go to town; Better look out, or I call de pries' For makin' you stan' aroun'." 

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