"Mebbe you lak to be moose youse'f, An' see how de hunter go, So I 'll change your dogs into loup garou,[1] An' wance on de year dey 'll be chasin' you— An' res' of de tam w'en de sport is troo, You 'll pass wit' me down below." 

An' see how de hunter go,

You 'll pass wit' me down below."

 An' dis is de night of de year, Marie, Bruno de hunter wake: Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud Up on de mountain 's roarin' loud— He 'll come from hees grave w'ere de pine tree crowd De shore of de leetle lake. 

Bruno de hunter wake:

De shore of de leetle lake.

 You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie, Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2] Ketch on de trap? Oh! it won't be long Till mebbe you lissen anoder song, For de sky is dark an' de win' is strong, An' de chase is n't far away. 

Spittin' lak' loup cervier,[2]

An' de chase is n't far away.

 W'y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme, For de log is burnin' bright? Ah! dere she's goin', "Hulloo! Hulloo!" An' oh! how de tonder is roarin' too! But it can't drown de cry of de loup garou On Bruno de hunter's night. 

For de log is burnin' bright?

On Bruno de hunter's night.

 Over de mountain an' t'roo de swamp, Don't matter how far or near, Every place hees moccasin know Bruno de hunter he 's got to go 'Fore de grave on de leetle lake below Close up for anoder year. 

Don't matter how far or near,

Close up for anoder year.

 But dey say de ole feller watch all night, So you need n't be scare, Marie, For he 'll never stir from de rocky cave W'ere door only open beneat' de wave, Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave— An' de devil he turn de key. 

So you need n't be scare, Marie,

An' de devil he turn de key.

 Dat 's way for punish de hunter man W'en murder is on hees min'— So he better stop w'ile de work is new, Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too, An' chase heem aroun' wit' de loup garou 

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