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it was a lover and his lass |
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with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no |
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that o'er the green corn fields did pass |
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in springtime |
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the only pretty ring time |
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when birds do sing |
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hey ding a ding a ding |
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sweet lovers love the spring |
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between the acres of the rye |
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with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no |
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those pretty country fools would lie |
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in springtime |
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the only pretty ring time |
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when birds do sing |
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hey ding a ding a ding |
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sweet lovers love the spring |
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this carol they began that hour |
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with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no |
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how that a live was but a flow'r |
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in springtime |
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the only pretty ring time |
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when birds do sing |
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hey ding a ding a ding |
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sweet lovers love the spring |
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then pretty lovers take their time |
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with a hey with a ho and a hey nonny no |
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for a love is crowned with such prime |
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in springtime |
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the only pretty ring time |
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when birds do sing |
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hey ding a ding a ding |
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sweet lovers love the spring |
