IT was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and
a hey nonino,
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sound:
It was a lover and his lass,P.D.Q.Bach.mp3
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
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sound:
It was a lover and his lass,Cleo Laine.mp3
In the spring time, 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 spring time, 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 life was but a flower
In the spring time, 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 the spring time, the
only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.