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,

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!

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.