It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonny no,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, in springtime,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When 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.
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 springtime, in springtime,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When 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.