It was a lover and his lass, With a hey and a ho, With a hey and a ho, and a hey, and a hey non-i-no! That o'er the green cornfield did pass, In the springtime, the springtime, The only pretty ring-time, When birds do sing hey ding a ding! Sweet lovers love the spring. And therefore take the present time, With a hey and a ho, With a hey and a ho, and a hey, and a hey non-i-no!