May a Bourree game be waiting,

May there be crawfish in your nets

And gumbo in your pot.

May the Sac-au-Lait be biting

At your favorite fishing spot.

 

May God’s sun be shining brightly

When you need its cheerful rays.

May the oak tree shade you gently

On those lazy bayou days.

 

When all your work is through.

May the fais-do-do bring pretty girls,

To toss 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.”