May there be crawfish in your nets,
And gumbo in the pot.
May the Sac-au-lait be biting
At your favorite fishing spot.
May God's sun be shining brightly,
When you need it's cheerful rays.
May the oak tree shade you gently,
On those lazy bayou days.
May a Bourr'ee game be waiting
When all your work is through.
May the fais-do-do bring pretty girls
To pass a wink at you.
And when your time is over
And your place on earth is gone,
May you waltz right into heaven,
To the tune of "Jolie Blonde".