In honor of The Bard’s birthday, which is coming up (approximately) next week, I thought we’d all enjoy one of his lovely songs:

It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass
In springtime, the only pretty ringtime,
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 springtime…

This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In the springtime…

And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and the hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
In springtime…