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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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