CHAP. V. THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 157 



To recompense our tillage, 

 The heavens afford us showers ; 



Heigh trolie lollie Joe, %c. 

 And, for our sweet refreshments, 

 The earth affords us bowers : 



Then, care away, fyc. 



The cuckow and the nightingale, 

 Full merrily do sing, 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, %c. 

 And with their pleasant roundelays 

 Bid welcome to the spring : 



Then, care away, fyc, 



This is not half the happiness 

 The countryman enjoys ; 



Heigh trolie lollie loe, 8$c, 

 Tho' others think they have as much, 

 Yet he that says so, lies : 



Then come away, 



Turn countryman with me. 



JO. CHALKHILL*. 



Pise. Well sung, Coridon ! tbis song was sung 

 with mettle : and it was choicely fitted to the occasion ; 

 I shall love you for it as long as I know you. I would 

 you were a brother of the angle ; for a companion that 

 is cheerful, and free from swearing and scurrilous dis- 

 course, is worth gold. I love such mirth as does not 

 make friends ashamed to look upon one another next 

 morning,* nor, men that cannot well bear it, to repent 

 the money they spend when they be warmed with drink. 

 Arid take this for a rule, you may pick out such times 

 and such companies, that you may make yourselves 

 merrier for a little than a great deal of money ; for 

 " 'Tisthe company and not the charge that makes the 

 " feast," and such a companion you prove ; I thank 

 you for it. 



But 1 will not compliment you out of the debt that I 

 owe you, and therefore I will begin my song ; and wish 

 it may be so well liked, 



* Jo&n Cbalkbill) EICJ. of whom mention i made in the Author's Life. 



