| 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; | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| 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, | 20 |
| 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. |
Monday, April 23, 2012
Nat'l Poetry Month No. 23
William Shakespeare, who died 396 years ago today, wrote this dancy dealybob. Isn't it wondrous springlike?
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