Submit a Poem
Get Your Premium Membership
spacer

It was a Lover and his Lass

Written by: William Shakespeare | Biography
 IT was a lover and his lass, 
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 
That o'er the green corn-field did pass, 
 In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, 
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, 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 the spring time, the only pretty ring time, 
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; 
Sweet lovers love the spring. 

This carol they began that hour, 
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 
How that life was but a flower 
 In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, 
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; 
Sweet lovers love the spring. 

And, therefore, take the present time 
 With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, 
For love is crown`d with the prime 
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, 
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; 
Sweet lovers love the spring.



Comments