Je ne peux pas fournir de titres ou de paroles de chansons.

After Zephyrine

"At these words she looks at him
Then she looks at him differently
Her eyes fill with tears
She recognizes her dear child
(last two lines repeat)

I believe it’s a song I also learned in school in Africa! But I’ve forgotten half of it!
Ask your mom if she can complete it
"In the name of heaven, my brave and noble lady, have pity on the unfortunate sailor who appeals to your charitable soul and asks you to lend him a hand!
And if someone were to come in his absence, never to receive him at home, to my husband, I must obey, he is the master ....
Well, madam, are you quite sure ..... do you not have a son under the flags?
Oh my dear mother, you must recognize me, look at me, I must look like you
Go into your house and act like before!!!!
I’ve forgotten a good part but I miss this song a lot and I’m also looking for it.

It's oddly similar!

http://tra-son.fr/chants/Soldat_belge.html

type la-cabaretiere on google
there is a lady who sings this song. I'm also looking for her for my 84-year-old mother.
I printed a text about this song that seems to match my memories.

In the name of Heaven, my dear and noble Lady,
Have pity on a poor colonial
Who comes to you, with 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 alas, I cannot satisfy you
For I am alone, and my husband told me

That if someone were to come in his absence
I couldn't receive them here.
That if someone were to come in his absence
I couldn't receive them here.

Your refusal causes me much pain;
If you only knew how much I am suffering
If you had the heart of a mother
You would give me a corner of your apartment

You who are afraid to give me shelter,
Would you not have a son in the regiment?
You who are afraid to give me shelter,
Would 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 now, since he is in the Colonial,
He no longer writes to me, my poor son is dead…
For five years now, since he is in the Colonial,
He no longer writes to me, my poor son is dead…

Dead where, Madame, are you quite sure?
If by chance, he is in the hospital,
Suffering from a horrible injury
And unable to write to his homeland…

Well Madame, 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 beloved son,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
Come into your home, you will see your father again,
Come embrace him, like in the old days.

Come into the arms of a cherished mother
Who night and day sheds tears for you!
Without regrets, you must serve your country,
But here, bring another joy.

Good evening,

It might be the song "The Soldier's Return" sung by Mireille.

Hello,

I’m sharing the version sung by my father (a beautiful song!):

After the war and the bravery
A young soldier from Italy
Who, having served France
Returned to his homeland

In his homeland, in his village
No one recognized him
As he wore the zouave uniform
No one recognized him (Repeat)

He knocks on his mother’s door
To find a place to stay
As she was a tavern keeper
She simply said to him

Come in, come in my captain
I once had a son like you
Who, I believe, died in the war
For him, I weep night and day (Repeat)

Don’t cry, my good lady
Your son will return to you
I bring you news of him
Tonight he will dine with you

At first, the mother looks at him
Looks at him, smiling
And with her tear-filled eyes
She recognized her dear child (Repeat)

Gilles

Hello,

My grandfather (1913-1983), a former member of the Colonial Army, sang this version, closer to the first answers you received (more complete too):

In the name of Heaven, my dear and noble Lady,
Have pity on a poor colonial
Who comes to you, with a charitable soul,
Who comes to you to extend a hand.

For I have only three pennies in my purse,
Would you let me stay the night?
For I have only three pennies in my purse,
Would you let me stay the night?

I would like to, my brave soldier,
To help you and give you shelter.
But alas, I cannot 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 much pain;
If only you knew how much I am suffering
If you had the heart of a mother
You would give me a corner of your apartment

You who fear to give me shelter,
Would you not have a son in the regiment?
You who fear to give me shelter,
Would 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, Goodbye! And forever!

For five years, he has been in the Colonial Army,
He no longer writes to me, my poor son is dead...
For five years, he has been in the Colonial Army,
He no longer writes to me, my poor son is dead...

Dead where, Madame, 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, Madame, I may cause you pain,
Promise me, you won't cry.
My poor mother, you must recognize me,
Look at me, I must resemble you!

Ah yes, it's you, my beloved son,
My only love, and my greatest hope!
Come inside, you will see your father again,
Come and embrace him, as in days 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 you will bring another joy.

Here is my father's version:

After the glory and bravery, a soldier returned from Italy
After having saved France, he went back to his country
At the entrance of his village, everyone was watching him
As he was in the ranks of the Zouaves, no one recognized him (repeat)
No one recognized him

He knocked on his mother's door, to ask her for shelter,
As she was a tavern keeper, she received him very politely,
"Come in, come in soldier, I had a son like you,
But he died in this war, since then I have wept night and day (repeat)
Since then I have wept night and day.

"Do not weep tavern keeper, your son is not far from here,
He did not die in this war, for he will sleep here tonight"
At these words she looked at him, she looked at him tenderly
Her eyes filled with tears,
She recognized her dear child
Her eyes filled with tears
She recognized her dear child (repeat)

I only know a few of the lyrics to this song that my mother used to sing to me:
"After the glory and valor, the soldier returns from Italy
After having saved France, he returned to his country...
Come in, come in, soldier, I had a son like you
But he died in this war, for him I cry night and day,
for him I cry night and day...
At these words, he looks at her, he looks at her tenderly...
his eyes were filled with tears..
She recognized her dear child,
She recognized her dear child..."

brave sailor returns from war all gentle

Could this be the song my grandmother called the Soldier's Lament? Returning to his parents
innkeepers who don’t recognize him, they murder him to rob him. I've searched for the lyrics for years... I sang it on my iPad to save the tune as well as the lyrics, but I don't know how to send it to you... Contact me by email at Ax@charter.net
In memory of my grandmother and hoping this is indeed the song you are looking for
Dominique deKerascoet

Hello, here are the lyrics I remember (that my mother used to sing) with some differences from yours but very close:
in the name of heaven, good honorable lady,
have pity on a miserable sailor
who comes to offer himself to your charitable soul
to lend him a corner of accommodation
For I have only three pennies left in my purse,
Would you let me stay the night?

I would like to, my brave soldier,
To welcome you and give you shelter.
But I cannot, I cannot satisfy you
For I am alone, and my husband has told me
That if someone came in his absence
I could not receive him at my home
to my husband I must obey
he is the master and has made it a law
your refusal causes me much pain
if you knew how much I am suffering
would you not be cruel enough
to lend me a corner of accommodation
you who are looking for useless pretexts,
would you not have a son in the army
you who are looking for useless pretexts,
would you not have a son in the army
oh yes I had a child, an only son
my only hope and my greatest love
yes but one day the great republic
Took him away from me, to use him one day
he has been in the navy for a long time
he no longer writes to me my poor son is dead
he has been in the navy for a long time
he no longer writes to me my poor son is dead
oh well madam, are you quite sure
if by chance he is in the hospital
being afflicted with a serious injury
unable to write to his home country
here! I will console you perhaps
promise me not to tremble
my dear mother you must recognize me
look at me well I must resemble you
come into your home everything is abundant
come into your home I recognize my fault
come into the arms of a cherished mother
who day and night sheds tears for you
proudly you saved your homeland
and you return to bring us happiness

HAPPY READING for exchange in the context of this song you can reply to POLO 06
thank you in advance

Here is the song learned from my mother, born in 1906, a song that we still sing today at our family gatherings in Quebec.

The Return of the Soldier.

By law and valor,
A soldier was returning from Italy,
He brings back memories,
He brings glory to the country.
As he entered his village,
Everyone was looking at him,
As he was in the Zouaves,
No one recognized him,
As he was in the Zouaves,
No one recognized him,
No one recognized him.

Arriving at his mother's door,
She opened it very kindly,
As she was a tavern keeper,
She welcomed him politely.
Come in, my brave soldier,
We have a son like you,
But I believe he is dead in war,
For him I weep at night, during the day,
But I believe he is dead in war,
For him I weep at night, during the day,
For him I weep at night, during the day.

Do not cry anymore, Madam hostess,
The valiant soldier replied to her,
I bring you news of him,
Here, tonight, he will sleep.
His mother looks at him,
Recognizes his smiling face,
And threw herself, bathed in tears,
Into the arms of her dear child,
And threw herself, bathed in tears,
Into the arms of her dear child,
Into the arms of her dear child.

after the fear and the bravery, a young soldier comes from Italy,
after having served France, he returned to his country,
in his country, his village, everyone looked at him,
as he was a sergeant in the Guards, no one recognized him, no one recognized him.
He knocks on his mother's door, asking for a place to stay, he knocks on his mother's door asking for a place to stay:
Come in, come in soldier, I have a son like you, but he died in this war, for him I cry night and day, for him I cry night and day.
Do not cry, tavern keeper, by tonight he will be back, do not cry, tavern keeper, by tonight he'll be here,
At these words she looks at him, she looks at him tenderly and in her tear-filled eyes, she recognizes her dear child, she recognizes her dear child.

Hey.. I'm looking for that song as well. I've always been searching for it.