Acadian Saturday Night

Uncle Emmel's been gone now nearly ten days

Told his wife he'd be gone for the fishin

But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles

The fishes come in bottles of gold

If the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind, he'll be back before the moon is risin

With a very fine catch all safe in the hold

Thirty cases of Trinidad Light

For Acadian Saturday Night

Now Emmiline Comeu works at the general store

Papa says it's good for the custom

She's got eyes like fire and hair past her shoulders

As shiny black as ant'racite coal

You can see her sunday morning on St. Phillipe Road

Her momma close behind like a dragon

But her momma don't know what she does behind the hall

Away from the music and the light

On Acadian Saturday Night

And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?

Your heart, she'd pound like a hammer

There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum

And everybody's higher than a kite

On Acadian Saturday Night

Now Granpa says it was better in his day

The Mounties stayed away from the parties

And they didn't mind a fight when the spirits got high

You could always throw em 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 nothin like Trinidad Light

On Acadian Saturday Night

And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?

Your heart she'd pound like a hammer

There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum

And everybody's higher than a kite

And it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?

Your heart she'd pound like a hammer

There's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drum

And everybody's higher than a kite

On Acadian Saturday Night