It Was A Lover And His Lass
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
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,
Those
pretty
country
folks
would
lie,
In
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
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
crownèd
with
the
prime
In
springtime,
the
only
pretty
ring
time,
When
birds
do
sing,
hey
ding
a
ding,
ding;
Sweet
lovers
love
the
spring.
