The Jewel of Paris

There were rough seas and rain
 On the day that I came
 To the new world, this year of our lord
 I'd barely made land
 When a Papal command
 Insisted that I stay on board
 I was given a child
 Born in the wild
 Long and distant from Ville Quebec's hold
 He was brown in the shade
 when billowed sails made
 and barely a month or two old
 So mon petit
 We are borne 'cross the sea
 To the council of good king Louis
 There is hot bread and tea
 For my bébé and me
 And the wonder of all of Paris
 And there's strong drink in hand
 On the on the day we made land
 Our arrival was met with such joy
 I was taken to work
 From morning 'til dark
 And erstwhile I cared for the boy
 So quickly he grew
 Before he was two
 He was bigger than boys twice his age
 A marvel for sure
 A heart brave and pure
 Impressing both subject and sage
 So mon petit
 You were born 'cross the sea
 In a country beyond Acadie
 And though your people were free
 They were destined to be
 In bondage, the slaves of Paris
 But the boy grew up tall
 A wonder to all
 In the court of Louis XIV
 There was hot bread and tea
 In the court of Louis
 And a wonderfully rare human being
 In becoming aware
 He'd soon understand
 That he was not born like the rest
 He was tall, brown, and lean
 His eyes dark and clean
 And a different heart beat in his chest
 So mon petit
 You were born 'cross the sea
 To the heron of Ville Sainte-Marie
 You just happened to be
 Entrusted to me
 To bring you as the jewel of Paris
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 There was terror inside
 On the day that she died
 The first time that he'd been alone
 He knelt by her bed
 And picked up her head
 And with her last breath she made known
 That through all of her days
 And from each of her pays
 She'd committed near half what she'd made
 And she put it away
 So that on this day
 The price of his freedom was paid
 And she said, no, mon petit
 You were not born to me
 But I have loved you as though you might be
 I have saved, mon petit
 So that you can be free
 Return you to Ville Sainte-Marie
 And so mon petit
 Took a boat 'cross the sea
 To the countries beyond Acadie
 To the Ville Sainte-Marie
 In heron country
 The young man arrived proud and free.