It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho and a hey nonni no
With a hey nonni nonni no
That o'er the green cornfields did pass

In springtime, in springtime
In springtime, the only pretty ring time
When the birds do sing
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Hey ding a ding a ding
Sweet lovers love the spring

Between the acres of rye
These pretty country folks would lie
And therefore take the present time
For love is crowned with the prime

quoted by Shakespeare in "As you Like It"
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