I saw a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
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In the Spring time, 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,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
(To )
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
How that life was but a flower
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
(To )
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
For love is crownèd with the prime,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
In Spring time, the only pretty ring time;
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
