156 THE COMPLETE ANGLER. PART T. 



Cor. W ell then ! I will begin, for I hate contention, 



CORIDON'S SONG. 



Oh the sweet contentment 

 The countryman doth find ! 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, 



Heigh trolie lollie 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 j 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, fyc. 

 The city, full of wantonness ; 

 And both are full of pride : 



Then, care away, fyc. 



But oh the honest countryman 

 Speaks truly from his heart : 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, Sfc, 

 His pride is in his tillage, 

 His horses and his cart: 



Then, care away, #fc. 



Our cloathing is good sheep-skins j 

 Gray russet for,our wives ; 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, fyc. 

 'Tis warmth and not gay cloathing^ 

 That doth prolong our lives: 



Then, care away, fyc. 



, The ploughman, tho' he labour hard, 

 Yet, on the holy-day, 



. Heigh trolie lollie loe, $$e. 

 No emperor so merrily 

 Does pass his time away : 

 Then, care away, $<?. 



