Lyrics

It was a lover and his lass With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no That o'er the green cornfields did pass In the Springtime, the 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-nonny-no These pretty country folks would lie In the Springtime, the Springtime The only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding-ding Sweet lovers love the Spring This carol they bеgan the hour With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no How that a lifе was but a flower In the Springtime, the Springtime The only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding-ding Ding-a-ding-a-ding-a Sweet lovers love the Spring And, therefore, take the present time With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no For love is crowned with the prime In the Springtime, woah Springtime The only pretty ring time When birds do sing, hey-hey-a-ding-a-ding-a, a-ding-a-ding-ding Oh, sweet lovers love the Spring Sweet lovers love the Spring