It was a lover and his lass lyrics

It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,

That o'er the green cornfield did pass

In springtime, 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,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,

These pretty country folks would lie

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,

How that a life was but a flower

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Then pretty lovers seize the time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,

For love is crowned with the prime

In springtime, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.

When lovers love the spring.

• Artist:Al Bowlly
• Album:Ken Snakehips Johnson & his West Indian Orchestra, London, OEA-8583-1, HMV BD-5592, HMV EA-2871, Radio Transcription, 1940