My verse translation into French of Scarborough Fair, the traditional English ballad, here relocated from the Yorkshire coast to Cherbourg.

French
Literal English
Traditional English
Allez-vous à la foire de Cherbourg ? Persil, sauge, romarin et thym, Parlez de moi à mon ancien amour : Lui qui fut naguère tout mien.
Are you going to the fair of Cherbourg? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Speak of me to my former love: He who was once all mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there; He once was a true love of mine.
Qu'il me façonne une chemise de bure, Persil, sauge, romarin et thym, Sans aucun fil, sans point ni couture ; Il sera encore tout mien.
Let him fashion me a shirt of sackcloth, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without any thread, without stitch or seam; He will be all mine again.
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Without no seams nor needlework; Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Qu'il me pourvoie d'un arpent de jachère, Persil, sauge, romarin et thym, Pris entre la grève et l'eau de la mer ; Il sera encore tout mien.
Let him provide me with an acre of fallow land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Caught between the shore and the water of the sea; He will be all mine again.
Tell him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Between the saltwater and the sea strand; Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Qu'il le moissonne d'une faux de fougère, Persil, sauge, romarin et thym, Et lie la récolte d'un brin de bruyère ; Il sera encore tout mien.
Let him reap it with a scythe of fern, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And bind the harvest with a sprig of heather; He will be all mine again.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, And gather it all in a bunch of heather; Then he'll be a true love of mine.
Allez-vous à la foire de Cherbourg ? Persil, sauge, romarin et thym, Parlez de moi à mon ancien amour : Lui qui fut naguère tout mien.
Are you going to the fair of Cherbourg? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Speak of me to my former love: He who was once all mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there; He once was a true love of mine.