It was a lover and his lass - The Folger Consort / R. Covey-Crump

IT WAS LOVER AND HIS LASS

It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no
With a hey nonni nonni no
That o'er the green cornfields did pass

In springtime, in springtime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring

Between the acres of rye...
These pretty country folks would lie...
And therefore take the present time...
For love is crowned with the prime...