It Was A Lover And His Lass

IT was a lover and his lass,
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass,
   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

This carol they began that hour,
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that life was but a flower
   In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And, therefore, take the present time
   With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crown`d with the prime
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.

by William Shakespeare

Comments (10)

My comment appears to have been censored. On a poetry site? ? ?
A long-time fan of Bukowski, I first read this poem many, many years ago. I only thought of it today because I inadvertently wrote the sentence just thought I'd let you know, in a letter to a friend. It was to find 8 Count in it's entirety here.
This poem is weird. I like it.
Looks like writer's block. While he spent the full 8 couint on the canvas many times, the body of his work gives the rest of us inspiration to keep punching.
I love his honesty and bluntness. As sad as the message may be at times, his writing often seems to include an element of humor.
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