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