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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 corn-field 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 crowned with the prime

In spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing hey ding a ding:

Sweet lovers love the Spring.

W. Shakespeare