Next morning the men were marched to the beach. British soldiers with rifles surrounded the Acadians. They were to be shipped away from their homes. Seeing Papa, Michel sang out loudly:
“

Nous irons sur l’eau, nous y prom-promener, nous irons jouer dans l’île
(We will all sail out, sa-il out on the sea, we’ll be playing on the is-land)”

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