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 springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, 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, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring

And, pray till lovers take the time

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino

For love is crown`d with the prime

In springtime, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring