It was a lover and his lass,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
That o'er the green cornfields did pass.
  In  ...  spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

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

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