It Was A
Lover And His Lass It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no With a hey non-ni non-ni-no That o'er the green cornfield did pass In spring time in spring time In spring time, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding Hey ding-a ding-a-ding Hey ding-ading-a-ding Sweet lovers love the Spring. Between the acres of the rye With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no And a hey non-ni-no, non-ni-no These pretty country folks would lie In spring time in spring time In spring time, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding Hey ding-a ding-a-ding Hey ding-ading-a-ding Sweet lovers love the Spring. And therefore take the present time With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no And a hey non-ni-no, non-ni-no For love is crowned with the prime In spring time in spring time In spring time, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding Hey ding-a ding-a-ding Hey ding-ading-a-ding Sweet lovers love the Spring. |
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