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it was a lover and his lass
with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no
that o'er the green corn fields did pass
in springtime
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 with a ho and a hey nonny no
those pretty country fools would lie
in springtime
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 with a ho and a hey nonny no
how that a live was but a flow'r
in springtime
the only pretty ring time
when birds do sing
hey ding a ding a ding
sweet lovers love the spring
then pretty lovers take their time
with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no
for a love is crowned with such prime
in springtime
the only pretty ring time
when birds do sing
hey ding a ding a ding
sweet lovers love the spring
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