MORE DIRECTIONS 



Our clothing is good sheep-skins, 

 Grey russet for our wives, 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 Tis warmth and not gay clothing 

 That doth prolong our lives : 



Then care away, &c. 



The Ploughman though he labour hard, 

 Yet on the holiday, 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 No Emperor so merrily 

 Does pass his time away: 



Then care away, &c. 



To recompense our tillage, 



The Heavens afford us showers; 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 And for our sweet refreshments 

 The earth affords us bowers: 



Then care away, &c. 



The Cuckoo and the Nightingale 

 Full merrily do sing, 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 And with their pleasant roundelays 

 Bid welcome to the Spring: 



Then care away, &c. 



This is not half the happiness 

 The Countryman enjoys; 



High trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 Though 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, this 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 discourse, 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 : and 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 

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