the only pretty ring-time,
When birds do sing, hey-ding-a-ding-ding,
Sweet lovers love their loves to bring.
They do not care; hey-diddle-ding,
For politic terrors to come tomorrow;
They ban themselves from school today
With store of nuts to eat and May.
Hey-ho, the wind and the rain;
For love to live with, who'd refrain?
They say there's danger at the door;
Sweet lovers laugh, and kiss the more.
They lie on cushions purple-spread,
And hear strange ditties in strange bed;
In silken samite, soft and warm,
They think no ill, and fear no harm.
Thus let them lie a thousand hours;
So lovers love through summer showers.