Which is - conveniently enough - from my favoritest Shakespeare play ever.
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,
Those pretty country folks would lie,
In 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 a life was but a flower,
In 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 crowned with the prime.
In spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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I was in a chorus for a while that did a lot of Ward Swingle a cappella arrangements, including one of this same Shakespeare song. I think you'd enjoy it - it swings along and was a lot of fun to sing.
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