It was a Lover and his Lass

It was a Lover and his Lass

«William Shakespeare»

 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, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,

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

How that life was but a flower

   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time

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

For love is crown`d with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring.