It Was a Lover and His Lass Philip Lane

It was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In 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 nonino
These pretty country folks would lie
In 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 that hour
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
How that a life was but a flower
In the springtime, 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
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring