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COR. And then mine shall be the praise of a Countryman's 

 Life : what will the rest sing of ? 



PET. 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. 'Tis 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. 'Tis a match my Masters, let's ev'n 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. 



PET. It is a match. Look, the shortest cut falls to 

 Coridon. 



COR. Well then, I will begin, for I hate contention. 



CORIDON'S SONG 



Oh the sweet contentment 

 The Countryman doth find ! 



High trolollie lollie loe, 



High trolollie 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; 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 The City full of wantonness, 

 And both are full of pride : 



Then care away, &c. 



But Oh ! the honest Countryman 

 Speaks truly from his heart, 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 His pride is in his tillage, 

 His horses, and his cart: 



Then care away, &c. 



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