76 The Complete Angler 



CORIDON. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate 

 contention. 



CORIDON'S SONG. 



Oh the sweet contentment 

 The countryman doth find ! 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, 



Heigh trolollie lee. 

 That quiet contemplation 

 Possesseth all my mind : 



Then care away, 



And wend along with me. 



For Courts are full of flattery, 

 As hath too oft been tried ; 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. 

 The city full of wantonness, 

 And both are full of pride : 



Then care away, etc. 



But oh, the honest countryman 

 Speaks truly from his heart, 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. 

 His pride is in his tillage, 

 His horses, and his cart : 



Then care away, etc. 



Our cloathing is good sheep-skins, 

 Grey russet for our wives ; 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. 

 'Tis warmth and not gay cloathing 

 That doth prolong our lives : 



Then care away, etc. 



The ploughman, tho' he labour hard, 

 Yet on the holy-day, 



Keigh trolollie lollie loe, etc. 

 No emperor so merrily 

 Does pass his time away : 



Then care away, etc. 



To recompense our tillage, 

 The heavens afford us showers ; 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, etc* 

 And for our sweet refreshments 

 The earth affords us bowers : 



Then care away, etc. 



