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.
It
was a lover and his lass
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 only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the springs.
I I
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho,
and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time,
etc.
I I I
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,
etc.
I V
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho,
and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
In the spring time,
etc.
(As Yow Like It, V, 3)
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