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The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes - David Jennings

The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes

David Jennings

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The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes.

A history lesson!

The boy's name was Daniel. Daniel

Beauxhomme. A boy from another world.

Another people. A people descended for the

French.

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Some say...

Four generations past

In the time of Napoleon

There came to this island

A Frenchman, Armand.

Armand!

Armand!

And he built a great fortune

And he built a grand mansion

And he wed a fine lady

So pale and so blonde

Armand!

But Armand took his pleasure

With the women who served him

Black peasant girls from

The village beyond

Armand!

And the loveliest one

Bore the Frenchman a son

Such a fine peasant son

For Armand!

A beautiful child.

The pale color

of coffee mixed with cream.

The beautiful one, the beautiful son

Beauxhomme

They named him:

Beauxhomme

The beautiful one, the beautiful son

Beauxhomme

And the boy grew to be a man

And the great war began.

Blacks fought against French

And the hated Napoleon

They fought for their island

And finally won

We Won!

We Won!

We Won!

And Armand sailed for France

By the seat of his pants

Driven out by his beautiful son!

The beautiful

One

The beautiful

Son

Beauxhomme,

Beauxhomme

What was his

is now mine!

The Beautiful

One

The beautiful

Son

Beauxhomme!

Beauxhomme!

But Armand left behind a terrible,

terrible curse.

I curse my son

I curse my only son!

I curse his sons

All of his sons!

Generations

All Beauxhomme yet unborn!

In advance

Your black blood

will keep you

forever on this

island...

While your hearts

yearn forever

for France!

The unlucky one, the unlucky son

Beauxhomme, Beauxhomme.

From bad blood to worse

The name of the curse:

Beauxhomme.

The despise us for our blackness,

It reminds them where they're from

The sad, sad tale

Of the Beauxhomme!

Beauxhomme!

Tonton, he needs me! Without me, he'll die!

He will not want you, Ti Moune!

Please, Mama. Please Tonton. Give me your

blessing and let me go. I will go to him!

- It's already the end -