| IT was a lover and his lass
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| With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
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| That o’er the green corn-field did pass
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| In springtime, the only pretty ring time
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| When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
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| Sweet lovers love the spring
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| Between the acres of the rye
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| With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
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| These pretty country folks would lie
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| In springtime, the only pretty ring time
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| When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
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| Sweet lovers love the spring
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| And, pray till lovers take the time
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| With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
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| For love is crown`d with the prime
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| In springtime, the only pretty ring time
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| When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
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| Sweet lovers love the spring |