The Lover and His Lass by Ernest John Moeran Lyrics

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 a 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
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring

This carol they began that hour
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
How that a life was but a flowеr
In the spring time, the only prеtty ring time
When birds do sing, 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 nonino
For love is crownéd with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring