Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk It Was a Lover and His Lass 
It Was a Lover and His Lass 
It was a lover and his lass With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no With a hey nonni nonni no 
That o'er the green cornfields did pass
 In springtime, in springtime In springtime, the only pretty ring time When the birds do sing Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Hey ding a ding a ding Sweet lovers love the spring 
Between the acres of rye... These pretty country folks would lie... And therefore take the present time... For love is crowned with the prime... 
quoted by Shakespeare in "As you Like It" SOF