Beausoleil

We loved the land We tilled the earth, under sun we toiled We pledged our souls, to nature’s whim The King of France none to pleased We took the sacraments We held our faith, mournful to fates embrace The British demanded a new oath we take And scalped we were, both sides did partake Our villages burned, our fields afire Our woman and children, in hunger perished We feared Monckton, a hunter of death And from him, to ships hold, deported at best We preyed to Canada, to lend us a hand Evangeline an angel of our land The darkened forests, to where we fled Became bloody in battles, and turned to red For Redcoats wandered in search of scalps As Father Le Loutre preached unheavenly deeds He was bloodthirsty and in skirmishes his evil flourished His Mikmaq warriors helped rivers flow to blood We lived along the rivers edge We fought them all, to no one did we pledge As serfs we served, to whom did rule In the end, the forest sang our quiet eulogy The vessels sailed from Halifax With their human cargo of Partisans Off to the West Indies, and a new land Disease triumphed where Lord Laurence failed And so the voyage, onward went The traditions of Grand Pre, to Louisiana was lent And there they settled, peace at last As angels of their battles, in sacrifice did rest