THE COMPLETE ANGLER. IT/ 



Cor. And then mine shall be the praise of a 

 countryman's life. What will the rest sing of? 



Peter. I will promise you I will sing another 

 song in praise of angling to-morrow night ; for we 

 will not part till then, but fish to-morrow, and sup 

 together, and the next day every man leave fishing, 

 and fall to his business. 



Ven. 'T is a match ; and I will provide you a 

 song or a catch against then, too, which shall give 

 some addition of mirth to the company ; for we 

 will be civil and as merry as beggars. 



Pise. 'T is a match, my masters. Let 's e'en 

 say grace, and turn to the fire, drink the other 

 cup to wet our whistles, and so sing away all sad 

 thoughts. 



Come on, my masters ! who begins ? I think it 

 is best to draw cuts, and avoid contention. 



Peter. It is a match. Look ! the shortest cut 

 falls to Coridon. 



Cor. Well, then, I will begin, for I hate con- 

 tention. 



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. 



