| 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. |
Showing posts with label Spring poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring poem. Show all posts
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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