It was a Lover and his Lass by William Shakespeare

It was
yes it was
hey ho nonino
it was a green corn-field
pretty ring
ding-a-ling
lovers in spring

acres
of rye
hey
country folks
don’t lie

hey sweet lovers
and birds
carol every hour
they have
the power
taking
time-presently
to be crowned
with excessivity

how
sweet
don’t you think
the Lover and his Lass
Call
tavern-retreat
in the fields of grain
no
need
to be explained

There it is drink up
hey ho
nonino

nonino