Gentil coquelicot

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.