Thomas Morley — 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 In springtime, 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 springtime, the only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring And, pray till lovers take the time With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino For love is crown`d with the prime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring