It Was a Lover and His Lass

It was a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no
That o'er the green cornfields did pass
In the Springtime, 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-nonny-no
These pretty country folks would lie

In the Springtime, the Springtime
The only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding-ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring

This carol they bеgan the hour
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no
How that a lifе was but a flower

In the Springtime, the Springtime
The only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding-ding
Ding-a-ding-a-ding-a
Sweet lovers love the Spring

And, therefore, take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no
For love is crowned with the prime

In the Springtime, woah Springtime
The only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey-hey-a-ding-a-ding-a, a-ding-a-ding-ding

Oh, sweet lovers love the Spring

Sweet lovers love the Spring