It Was A Lover And His Lass


It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no
With a hey non-ni non-ni-no
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In spring time in spring time
In spring time, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding
Hey ding-a ding-a-ding
Hey ding-ading-a-ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

Between the acres of the rye
With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no
And a hey non-ni-no, non-ni-no
These pretty country folks would lie
In spring time in spring time
In spring time, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding
Hey ding-a ding-a-ding
Hey ding-ading-a-ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the present time
With a hey and a ho and a hey non-ni-no
And a hey non-ni-no, non-ni-no
For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time in spring time
In spring time, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing, Hey ding-a-ding-a ding
Hey ding-a ding-a-ding
Hey ding-ading-a-ding
Sweet lovers love the Spring.

Midi sequenced by Barry Taylor

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