William Shakespeare

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 sing time, When birds do sing hey ding a ding: Sweet lovers love the Spring. Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie: This carol they began that hour, How that life was a but a flower; And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey-nonino! For love is crowned with the prime In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do you sing hey ding a ding: Sweet lovers love the Spring.