Springtime

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

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, ding:

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Hey Dinga-dinga-dinga-ding

Ding…Dang… Dong…Dong…

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey nonino;

How that a life was but a flower

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Hey Dinga-dinga-dinga-ding

Ding…Dang… Dong…Dong…

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey nonino;

For love is crownèd with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:

Sweet lovers love the

Springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Hey Dinga-dinga-dinga-ding

Ding…Dang… Dong…Dong…