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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
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These pretty country folks would lie
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In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
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When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, 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, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no,
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How that a life was but a flower
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In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
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When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.
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Sweet lovers love the spring.
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And therefore take the present time,
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no,
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For love is crownèd with the prime
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In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
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When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.
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Sweet lovers love the spring.
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no
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The pretty country folk would lie
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In the springtime, the only proper wedding-time,
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The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding.
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Sweet lovers love the spring.
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They wrote this song at that time,
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
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About how life was as short-lived as a flower
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In the springtime, the only proper wedding time,
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The time when birds sing, hey ding-a-ding-ding.
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Sweet lovers love the spring.
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So seize the present time,
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
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For love is all perfection
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In the springtime, the only proper wedding time,
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The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding.
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Sweet lovers love the spring.
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Really, young men, though it wasn't a very hard song to get right, the music was still all out of tune. |
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You are deceived, sir. We kept time. We lost not our time. |
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Come, Audrey. |
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