Acadian Saturday Night

Uncle Emile, he's gone now nearly ten days
 He tole his wife's he's gone for the fishing
 But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles
 The fish come in bottles of gold
 If the Anne-Marie floats and the Mounties stay blind
 He'll be back before the moon is rising
 With a very fine catch all safe in the hold
 Thirty cases of Trinidad light
 For Acadian Saturday night.
 Emmeline Comeau works the general store
 Papa says she's good for the custom
 She's go eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders
 As shiny black as ant'racite coal
 You can see her Sunday morning on the St Phillipe road
 Her mother close behind like a dragon
 But her mama doesn't know what she does behind the hall
 Away from the music and lights
 On Acadian Saturday night.
 (Chorus:)
 Oh - don't the fiddles make you roll
 'Til your heart she pounds like a hammer
 There's a fat lady beating her piano like a drum
 And everybody's higher than a kite
 On Acadian Saturday night.
 Granpa says it was better in his day
 The Mounties stayed away from the parties
 And he didn't mind a fight when the spirits got high
 (You could always throw them out in the snow)
 And the rum was better and it came in bigger bottles
 And the revenue cutters were slow -
 Still, the old Anne-Marie has wings on the water
 And there's nothing like Trinidad light
 On Acadian Saturday night