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     It was a lover and his lass

       With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonino!

     That o'er the green cornfield did pass,

     In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

     When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

       Sweet lovers love the Spring.

     Between the acres of the rye

     These pretty country folks would lie:

     This carol they began that hour,

     How that life was but a flower:

     And therefore take the present time

       With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonino!

     For love is crownéd with the prime

     In spring time, the only pretty ring time,

     When birds do sing, hey ding a ding;

       Sweet lovers love the Spring.