I saw a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! That o'er the green corn-field did pass With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! 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! These pretty country folks would lie, This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! How that life was but a flower With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! For love is crownèd with the prime, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino! In Spring time, the only pretty ring time; When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the Spring.