It was a lover and his lass
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 Chorus: In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
2. Between the acres of the rye, |
3. This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower Chorus:
4. And therefore take the present time, |