It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
That o'er the green corn-field did
In the spring time, the only pretty sing time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding: Sweet lovers love the Spring.
Between the acres of the
These pretty country folks would lie:
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was a but a flower;
And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino!
For love is crowned with the
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do you sing hey ding a ding: Sweet lovers love the Spring.
