IT WAS A LOVER
It was a Lover, and his lasse,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That ore the greene corne-field did passe,
In spring time, the onely pretty ring time,
When Birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet Lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the Rie,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These prettie Country folks would lie,