IT was a lover and his lass, <br /> With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, <br />That o'er the green corn-field did pass, <br /> In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, <br />When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; <br />Sweet lovers love the spring. <br /> <br />Between the acres of the rye, <br /> With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, <br />These pretty country folks would lie, <br /> In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, <br />When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; <br />Sweet lovers love the spring. <br /> <br />This carol they began that hour, <br /> With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, <br />How that life was but a flower <br /> In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, <br />When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; <br />Sweet lovers love the spring. <br /> <br />And, therefore, take the present time <br /> With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, <br />For love is crown`d with the prime <br />In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, <br />When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; <br />Sweet lovers love the spring.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-a-lover-and-his-lass/
