It was a 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 corn-field did pass

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing hey 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 the spring-time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing hey 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 the spring-time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing hey 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 crowned with the prime

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing hey ding a ding

Sweet lovers love the spring