“This man will take you: Meet the famous fiddler, Michael, from Grand Pré,” smiled Beausoleil.

“Papa named me for you!” exclaimed Michel.

“Can you play?” the violinist asked.

Michel played singing sadly:
“

Á Acadie, notre beau pa-ys,
(In Acadia, our sweet homeland,)

Trois gros navirs sont arrivés
(Three big ships, have arrived.)”

Maintenant nous avons tous perdu, notre pays, aus-si fa-mil-les.
(Now we've lost everything: our country and families)"

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