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 spring time, the only pretty ring time
The spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring
The spring

This carol they began that hour
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
How that a life was but a flower
In the spring time, the spring time, the only pretty ring time
The spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring
The spring

And therefore take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
For love is crownéd with the prime
In the spring time, the spring time, the only pretty ring time
The spring time, the only pretty ring time
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring
The spring, the spring
Ding a ding a ding a ding a ding a ding