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 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