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 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 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, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, 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 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.