Stan Rogers - Acadian Saturday Night lyrics

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