It was a lover and his lass [Russian translation]
It was a lover and his lass [Russian translation]
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In springtime, 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-nonny-no,
These pretty country folks would lie
In springtime, 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-nonny-no,
How that a life was but a flower
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Then pretty lovers seize the time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
For love is crowned with the prime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.
When lovers love the spring.
- Artist:Al Bowlly
- Album:Ken Snakehips Johnson & his West Indian Orchestra, London, OEA-8583-1, HMV BD-5592, HMV EA-2871, Radio Transcription, 1940