It was a lover and his lass

T 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 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;

And therefore take the present time
With a hеy, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with thе prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;