An' lef' heem dere alone

An' farm all rock an' stone—

An' work bote day an' night

An' bring dem up all right.

 De Curé say, "Jo-seph, you know Le bon Dieu 's very good— He feed de small bird on de snow, De caribou on de wood— But you deserve some credit too— I spik of dis before." So Joe he dunno w'at to do An' only say wance more, "Wall! meb-be." 

Le bon Dieu 's very good—

De caribou on de wood—

I spik of dis before."

An' only say wance more,

"Wall! meb-be."

 An' Joe he leev' for many year An' helpin' ev'ry wan Upon de parish far an' near Till all hees money 's gone— An' den de Curé come again Wit' tear-drop on hees eye— He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien', Is well prepare to die. 

An' helpin' ev'ry wan

Till all hees money 's gone—

Wit' tear-drop on hees eye—

Is well prepare to die.

 "Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell W'en you get up above— De good God he will treat you well An' geev' you all hees love. De poor an' sick down here below, I 'm sure dey 'll not forget," An' w'at you t'ink he say, poor Joe, Drawin' hees only breat'? "Wall! meb-be." 

W'en you get up above—

An' geev' you all hees love.

I 'm sure dey 'll not forget,"

Drawin' hees only breat'?

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