Sweet Lovers

'Twas of a lover and his lass

Hey and a ho and a hey-nony-no

That through the green corn fields did pass

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time

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

Sweet lovers love the spring

Between the acres of the rye

Hey and a ho and a hey-nony-no

These pretty country folks would lie

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time

This carol they began that hour

Hey and a ho and a hey-nony-no

How that life is but a flower

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time

And therefore take the present time

Hey and a ho and a hey-nony-no

Love is crowned with the prime

In the spring-time, the only pretty ring-time