Jewel Of Paris chords

There were r[Am]ough seas and ra[Em]in on the [F]day that I [C]came to the Ne[Am]w World, this[Em] year of our [F]Lord
I had b[Am]arely made [Em]land when [F]Papal co[C]mmand ins[Am]isted that [Em]I stay on [F]board.
I was gi[C]ven a c[G]hild [Dm]born in the [Am]wild long a d[C]istant from V[G]ille Quebec's h[F]old.
He was b[C]rown in the s[G]hade the [Dm]billowed sails [Am]made and ba[C]rely a m[G]onth or two o[F]ld.

"An[C]d so mo[G]n petit we are[Am] borne 'cross th[F]e sea to th[C]e council o[G]f good Kin[F]g Louis.
There is h[C]ot bread and t[G]ea for my b[Am]aby and [F]me and the w[C]onder of [G]all of P[F]aris.”

And there was st[Am]rong drink in h[Em]and the d[F]ay we made l[C]and. Our [Am]arrival was [Em]met with such [F]joy.
I was [Am]taken to[Em] work from [F]morning 'til d[C]ark and [Am]erstwhile I [Em]cared for the b[F]oy.
So [C]quickly he [G]grew! [Dm]Before he was[Am] two he was [C]bigger than [G]boys twice his [F]age.
A m[C]arvel for [G]sure, a [Dm]heart brave and [Am]pure, im[C]pressing both [G]subject and sa[F]ge.

"S[C]o, mon [G]petit, you wer[Am]e born 'cross th[F]e sea in [C]a countr[G]y beyond A[F]cadie.
And though your p[C]eople for [G]free they were [Am]destined to [F]be in bo[C]ndage; the [G]slaves of [F]Paris.”

But the [Am]boy grew up [Em]tall (a won[F]der to a[C]ll) in the c[Am]ourt of L[Em]ouis the fourtee[F]nth.
There was h[Am]ot bread and [Em]tea, the [F]court of [C]Louis, and a w[Am]onderfully [Em]rare human [F]being.
In bec[C]oming a [G]man, he'd s[Dm]oon unders[Am]tand that h[C]e was not [G]born like the [F]rest.
He was t[C]all, brown and l[G]ean. His e[Dm]yes; dark and c[Am]lean And a [C]different heart[G] beat in his c[F]hest

"An[C]d so, mo[G]n petit, you wer[Am]e born 'cross the[F] sea to the[C] Huron of[G] Ville Sainte[F] Marie.
You just [C]happened to b[G]e ent[Am]rusted to [F]me to br[C]ing you as the [G]Jewel of [F]Paris.”

There was [Am]terror[Em] inside on the d[F]ay that she [C]died. The[Am] first time that [Em]he'd been [F]alone.
He kn[Am]elt by her [Em]bed. He p[F]icked up her [C]head, and with her l[Am]ast breath s[Em]he made [F]known
through a[C]ll of her [G]days and from [Dm]each of her[Am] pays she'd [C]committed near [G]half what she [F]made
She'd p[C]ut it a[G]way, so t[Dm]hat on this d[Am]ay, the p[C]rice of his [G]freedom was [F]paid.

And she said ?[C] ??no, mo[G]n petit, you we[Am]re not born t[F]o me but I've [C]loved you [G]as if you migh[F]t be.
I have s[C]aved, mon pe[G]tit, so that [Am]you can be [F]free. Re[C]turn you to V[G]ille Saint Ma[F]rie.”
And [C]so mon p[G]etit took a [Am]boat, crossed the s[F]ea, to the co[C]untries [G]beyond Ac[F]adie
to the Vi[C]lle Sainte M[G]arie, in H[Am]uron co[F]untry. The y[C]oung man a[G]rrived proud ... and f[F]ree.