It Was A Lover And His Lass

It was a lover and his lass

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no

That o'er the green cornfields did pass

In the Springtime, the 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-nonny-no

These pretty country folks would lie

In the Springtime, the Springtime

The only pretty ring time

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

Sweet lovers love the Spring

This carol they began the hour

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no

How that a life was but a flower

In the Springtime, the Springtime

The only pretty ring time

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

Ding-a-ding-a-ding-a

Sweet lovers love the Spring

And, therefore, take the present time

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no

For love is crowned with the prime

In the Springtime, woah Springtime

The only pretty ring time

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

Oh, sweet lovers love the Spring

Sweet lovers love the Spring