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 corn-field did pass.

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a 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 spring time, the only pretty ring time,

[When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a 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 spring time, the only pretty ring time,

[When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a 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 crownéd with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.