Thomas Morley - It was a lover and his lass - текст песни (слова)

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.
 
 Between the acres of the rye,
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
 These pretty country folks would lie,
 In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
 When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;
 Sweet lovers love the spring.
 
 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.