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J'ai descendu dans mon jardin (bis) Pour y cueillir du romarin Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames Gentil coquelicot nouveau J'n'en avais pas cueilli trois brins (bis) Qu'un rossignol vint sur ma main Gentil coquelicot, Mesdames Gentil coquelicot nouveau Il me dit trois mots en latin (bis) Que les hommes ne valent rien Gentil coquelicot Mesdames Gentil coquelicot nouveau Que les hommes ne valent rien (bis) Et les garçons encore moins bien Gentil coquelicot Mesdames Gentil coquelicot nouveau Des dames, il ne me dit rien (bis) Mais des d'moiselles beaucoup de bien Gentil coquelicot Mesdames Gentil coquelicot nouveau
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Robert Juan René Gerhard Ottenwaelder (1896 - 1970), as Roberto Gerhard, "Un rossignol vint sur ma main", 1944?, published 2002, first performed 1957 [ medium voice and piano ], from Six chansons populaires françaises, no. 3, Boosey & Hawkes
Score: IMSLP [external link] [sung text not yet checked] - by Mátyás György Seiber (1905 - 1960), "J'ai descendu", 1944, published 1959 [ soprano and guitar ], from Four French Folksongs , no. 2, Schott [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Claycomb) , "I went down", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Laura Claycomb
This text was added to the website: 2011-11-24
Line count: 20
Word count: 95
I went down to my garden to pick rosemary Sweet poppy, my ladies, Sweet new poppy I hadn't even picked three sprigs when a nightingale alighted onto my hand Sweet poppy, my ladies, Sweet new poppy He said three words in Latin: That men aren't worth anything Sweet poppy, my ladies, Sweet new poppy That men aren't worth anything, and young men are worth even less Sweet poppy, my ladies, Sweet new poppy Of the ladies he didn't tell me anything, but of damsels he spoke very highly, Sweet poppy, my ladies, Sweet new poppy
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2011 by Laura Claycomb, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in French (Français) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
This text was added to the website: 2011-11-24
Line count: 20
Word count: 95