May there be crawfish in your nets,
And gumbo in your pot.
May the Sac-au-lait be bitin’,
At your favorite fishin’ spot.
May Gods sun be shining brightly,
When you need it’s cheerful rays.
May the oak trees shade you gently,
On those lazy bayou days.
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.