Gentil coquelicot
Chansons Enfantines
Gentle poppy
I went down into my garden {x2}
To pick some rosemary.
{Chorus:}
Gentle poppy, ladies,
Gentle poppy, new!
To pick some rosemary {x2}
I hadn't picked three sprigs
When a nightingale came onto my hand
He said three words to me in Latin
That men are worth nothing
And boys even less!
He didn't say anything about ladies to me
But spoke highly of the young girls.
