The 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 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 etc.

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 etc.

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 etc.