It was Lover and His Lass

It was a lover and his lass

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino

That o'er the green cornfield did pass

In springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding

Sweet lovers love the spring

Between the acres of the rye

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino

These pretty country folks would lie

In springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding

Sweet lovers love the spring

This carol they began that hour

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino

How that life was but a flower

In springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding

Sweet lovers love the spring

And therefore take the present time

With a hey and a ho and a hey nonino

For love is crowded with the prime

In springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding

Sweet lovers love the spring