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I am looking for the title and all the lyrics of a song that my grandmother used to sing to me
"In the name of heaven, my brave noble lady
have pity on a wretched sailor
who appeals to your charitable soul
and asks you to lend him a hand
I have only three poor pennies in my blouse
have pity on me and take me in
I have only three poor pennies in my blouse
have pity on me and take me in
"In the name of heaven, my brave noble lady
have pity on a wretched sailor
who appeals to your charitable soul
and asks you to lend him a hand
I have only three poor pennies in my blouse
have pity on me and take me in
I have only three poor pennies in my blouse
have pity on me and take me in
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In the name of Heaven, my dear and noble Lady,
Have pity on a poor colonial
Who comes to you, a charitable soul,
Who comes to you to extend a hand.
For I have only three pennies left in my purse,
Would you take me in for the night?
For I have only three pennies left in my purse,
Would you take me in for the night?
I would gladly, my brave soldier,
Help you and give you shelter.
But I cannot, alas, satisfy you
For I am alone, and my husband told me
That if someone came in his absence
I could not receive them here.
That if someone came in his absence
I could not receive them here.
Your refusal causes me great pain;
If you knew how I am suffering
If you had the heart of a mother
You would give me a corner of your home
You who fear to give me shelter,
Do you not have a son in the regiment?
You who fear to give me shelter,
Do you not have a son in the regiment?
Ah yes, I had a child, my only son,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
But one fine day, the great Republic
Took him away from me, Farewell! And forever!
For five years, since he has been in the Colonies,
He has not written to me, my poor son is dead...
For five years, since he has been in the Colonies,
He has not written to me, my poor son is dead...
Dead where, Madam, are you quite sure?
If by chance, he is in the hospital,
Suffering from a horrible wound
And unable to write to his homeland...
Well Madam, I may cause you pain,
Promise me, not to cry.
My poor mother, you must recognize me,
Look at me, I must look like you!
Ah yes, it’s you, my dear son whom I adore,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
Come home, you will see your father again,
Come embrace him, as in times gone by.
Come into the arms of a cherished mother
Who night and day, sheds tears for you!
Without regret, you must serve your country,
But here bring another joy.
Have pity on a poor colonial
Who comes to you, a charitable soul,
Who comes to you to extend a hand.
For I have only three pennies left in my purse,
Would you take me in for the night?
For I have only three pennies left in my purse,
Would you take me in for the night?
I would gladly, my brave soldier,
Help you and give you shelter.
But I cannot, alas, satisfy you
For I am alone, and my husband told me
That if someone came in his absence
I could not receive them here.
That if someone came in his absence
I could not receive them here.
Your refusal causes me great pain;
If you knew how I am suffering
If you had the heart of a mother
You would give me a corner of your home
You who fear to give me shelter,
Do you not have a son in the regiment?
You who fear to give me shelter,
Do you not have a son in the regiment?
Ah yes, I had a child, my only son,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
But one fine day, the great Republic
Took him away from me, Farewell! And forever!
For five years, since he has been in the Colonies,
He has not written to me, my poor son is dead...
For five years, since he has been in the Colonies,
He has not written to me, my poor son is dead...
Dead where, Madam, are you quite sure?
If by chance, he is in the hospital,
Suffering from a horrible wound
And unable to write to his homeland...
Well Madam, I may cause you pain,
Promise me, not to cry.
My poor mother, you must recognize me,
Look at me, I must look like you!
Ah yes, it’s you, my dear son whom I adore,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
Come home, you will see your father again,
Come embrace him, as in times gone by.
Come into the arms of a cherished mother
Who night and day, sheds tears for you!
Without regret, you must serve your country,
But here bring another joy.
Good evening, I am looking for the same song that you sang as my grandmother did as well... Have you found it?
You will find part of it here:
https://forums.commentcamarche.net/forum/affich-7040179-titre-et-paroles-d-une-chanson
https://forums.commentcamarche.net/forum/affich-7040179-titre-et-paroles-d-une-chanson
Thank you for these words, I looked everywhere on the internet and YouTube to find it but couldn't, so I'm going to play it on guitar thanks to these lyrics. Have a good evening.