Lovers Love the Spring

I saw a lover and his lass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!

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
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!

(To)

This carol they began that hour
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
How that life was but a flower
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!

(To)

And therefore take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!
For love is crownèd with the prime
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino!

In Spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring