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Richard John Samuel Stevens
(1757 - 1837)
It was a lover and his lass
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This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1786.
Lyrics: William Shakespeare
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 pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
Hey ring 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 the spring time,
The pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
Hey ring a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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 pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
Hey ring 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 the spring time,
The pretty ring time,
When birds do sing,
Hey ring a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.