It was a lover and his lass - The Folger Consort / R. Covey-Crump
IT WAS A LOVER AND HIS LASS
It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no With a hey nonni nonni no That o'er the green cornfields did pass
In springtime, in springtime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Sweet lovers love the spring
Between the acres of rye... These pretty country folks would lie... And therefore take the present time... For love is crowned with the prime...