It Was A Lover And His Lass

It was a lover and his lass
With a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no
That o'er the green corn fields did pass
In springtime
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 with a ho and a hey nonny no
Those pretty country fools would lie
In springtime
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 with a ho and a hey nonny no
How that a live was but a flow'r
In springtime
The only pretty ring time
When birds do sing
Hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring
Then pretty lovers take their time
With a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no
For a love is crowned with such prime
In springtime
The only pretty ring time
When birds do sing
Hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring