"Il était un petit navire" (in French pronounced as /il‿etɛt‿œ̃ pət'i nav'iʁ/,) is a traditional French song that is now considered a children's song, despite its macabre tone.
The song tells the story of a young sailor who is about to be eaten by the other sailors. They discuss how to cook the man and what sauce to use. He then prays for the Virgin Mary's intercession and is saved by a miracle.
This song might refer to the famous wreck of the Medusa, immortalised in the painting The Raft of the Medusa by Théodore Géricault.
Il partit pour un long voyage sur la mer Mé-Mé-Méditerranée. Refrain
Au bout de cinq à six semaines, (×2)les vivres vin-vin-vinrent à manquer. (×2)Refrain
On tira z'à la courte paille, (×2)pour savoir qui-qui-qui serait mangé. (×2)Refrain
Le sort tomba sur le plus jeune, (×2)c’est donc lui qui-qui-qui fut désigné. (×2)Refrain
On cherche alors à quelle sauce, (×2)le pauvre enfant-fant-fant sera mangé. (×2)Refrain
L’un voulait qu’on le mît à frire, (×2)l’autre voulait-lait-lait, le fricasser. (×2)Refrain
Pendant qu’ainsi l’on délibère, (×2)il monte en haut-haut-haut du grand hunier. (×2)Refrain
Il fait au ciel une prière (×2)interrogeant-geant-geant l’immensité. (×2)Refrain
Mais regardant la mer entière, (×2)il vit des flots-flots-flots de tous côtés. (×2)Refrain
Oh ! Sainte Vierge ma patronne, (×2)cria le pau-pau-pauvre infortuné. (×2)Refrain
Si j’ai péché, vite pardonne, (×2)empêche les de-de-de me manger. (×2)Refrain
Au même instant un grand miracle, (×2)pour l’enfant fut-fut-fut réalisé. (×2)Refrain
Des p’tits poissons dans le navire, (×2)sautèrent par-par-par et par milliers. (×2)Refrain
On les prit, on les mit à frire, (×2)le jeune mou-mou-mousse fut sauvé. (×2)Refrain
Si cette histoire vous amuse, (×2)nous allons la-la-la recommencer. (×2)Refrain
It undertook a long journey, (×2)on the Mediterranean sea. (×2)Chorus
After five or six weeks, (×2)rations began to wane. (×2)Chorus
Straws were drawn all around, (×2)to figure out who'd be eaten. (×2)Chorus
Fate selected the youngest boy, (×2)it was thus him that was called. (×2)Chorus
Now t'was wondered with what sauce, (×2)the poor boy would be eaten. (×2)Chorus
One wanted to fry him shallow, (×2)other cook him in a stew. (×2)Chorus
As the decision was being made, (×2)he clambered to t'top of the tallest sail. (×2)Chorus
He implored heaven with a prayer, (×2)called out to infinity. (×2)Chorus
Looking upon the surrounding sea, (×2)he saw naught but waves as far as eyes could see. (×2)Chorus
Hail! Blessed Virgin Mary, (×2)cried out the unlucky boy. (×2)Chorus
If I have sinned, quickly forgive, (×2)please stop them from eating me. (×2)Chorus
At that moment, a miracle, (×2)for the boy was performed. (×2)Chorus
Small fishes upon the deck, (×2)leapt by the thousands. (×2)Chorus
Quickly they were grabbed and fried, (×2)and the ship's boy was saved. (×2)Chorus
If to your liking was this tale, (×2)well, let us tell it again. (×2)Chorus
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