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Uncle Emmel's been gone now nearly ten daysTold his wife he'd be gone for the fishinBut in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon IslesThe fishes come in bottles of goldIf the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind, he'll be back before the moon is risinWith a very fine catch all safe in the holdThirty cases of Trinidad LightFor Acadian Saturday NightNow Emmiline Comeu works at the general storePapa says it's good for the customShe's got eyes like fire and hair past her shouldersAs shiny black as ant'racite coalYou can see her sunday morning on St. Phillipe RoadHer momma close behind like a dragonBut her momma don't know what she does behind the hallAway from the music and the lightOn Acadian Saturday NightAnd it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?Your heart, she'd pound like a hammerThere's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drumAnd everybody's higher than a kiteOn Acadian Saturday NightNow Granpa says it was better in his daySongtexteThe Mounties stayed away from the partiesAnd they didn't mind a fight when the spirits got highYou could always throw em out in the snowAnd the rum was better and it came in bigger bottlesAnd the revenue cutters were slow,Still the old Anne-Marie has wings on the waterAnd there's nothin like Trinidad LightOn Acadian Saturday NightAnd it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?Your heart she'd pound like a hammerThere's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drumAnd everybody's higher than a kiteAnd it's oh ho, don't the fiddle make you roll?Your heart she'd pound like a hammerThere's a fat lady beatin the piano like a drumAnd everybody's higher than a kiteOn Acadian Saturday Night Aus Songtexte Mania