Pretty ring-time - Frederick Stone, Peter Warlock

It was a lover and his lass

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino

That o’er the green cornfield did pass

In the spring time, 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, 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 a ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring

This carol they began that hour

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino

How that a life was but a flower

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a 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 crownéd with the prime

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding a ding;

Sweet lovers love the spring