COME unto these yellow sands

And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have and kiss'd,—

The wild waves whist,—

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds.

LET me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove;

O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,

That looks on tempests and is never shaken :

It is the star to ev'ry wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom.

If this be error, and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

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 spring time, &c.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

How that life was but a flower

In spring time, &c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, &c.