It was a Lover and his Lass lyrics

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.