I like dis bargain very well,
But when I go myself for sell
I doant make foolishness,
Just for politesse,
So I say, “Wait a minute, ma belle;
De ver first ting you mus’ do,
Before we make marry we two,
Work de pull, put me in
An’ I swear by Gin Flinn,
Madam Brouillette, I make you.”