Ma Belle, Ma Belle, Ma Belle from Old Quebec
Ma Belle, Ma Belle I haven’t found her yet
I took a vacation in La Belle Province
Found me a sweetheart and I asked her to dance
We were smiling and swaying to the fiddler’s reel
But I don’t think Ma Belle ever knew how I feel
We were dancing a two-step in Riviere du Loup
When I whispered so softly Ma Belle I love you
She said “’scusez moi, I don’t quite understand’
And after the dance then she let go my hand
I guess I might know why she’d treat me the same
I loved her and lost without knowing her name
I searched from Rimouski to Riviere Ouelle
But I never did find her my sweetheart Ma Belle