A Spring Song
Hubert Parry, 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;
Sweet lovers love the spring
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie
This carol they began that hour
How that a life was but a flower
And therefore take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
For love is crownéd with the prime
In thе spring time, the only pretty ring timе
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring
