I 'm de uglies' man on boar' de raf'.

 But Sophie 's so nice an' good shese'f too, De uglies' man upon all de worl' Forget hees face an' forget hese'f too, T'ree minute affer he see dat girl— 

De uglies' man upon all de worl'

T'ree minute affer he see dat girl—

 An' dat 's de reason de chance is better, For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all, But t'ink of de girl if you want to get her, An' so we 're marry upon de fall. 

For you must n't be t'ink of you'se'f at all,

An' so we 're marry upon de fall.

 An' purty soon den dey all get started, For marryin' fever come so strong W'en de firse wan go, dat dey 're broken-hearted An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along. 

For marryin' fever come so strong

An' tak' mos' anyt'ing come along.

 So Joe Belair, w'en hees house is buil' dere, He go down de reever wit' Eugenie, An' place I settle on top de hill dere, De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me. 

He go down de reever wit' Eugenie,

De ole man geev' it to Sophie an' me.

 An' along dey come, wan foller de oder, Dozen o' girl—not a boy at all— Never a girl tak' affer de moder, But all lak de fader, beeg an' small— 

Dozen o' girl—not a boy at all—

But all lak de fader, beeg an' small—

 A dozen o' girl, of course, no wonder A few of dem look lak me—sapree! But w'en dey 're comin' dat way, ba tonder! She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me. 

A few of dem look lak me—sapree!

She 's jus' a leetle too moche for me.

 An' Joe Belair, he was down below me, Funny t'ing too, he is ketch also, Ev'ryt'ing girl—how it come dunno—me— But dey 're all lak de familee Baribeau— 

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