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'T is warmth, and not gay clothing, 

 That doth prolong our lives : 

 Then care away, &c. 



The ploughman, though he labour hard, 

 Yet on the holiday, 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, &c. 

 No emperor so merrily 

 Doth pass his time away : 



Then care away, &c. 



To recompense our tillage, 

 The heavens afford us showers ; 



Heigh 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, 



Heigh 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 ; 



Heigh 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. 



PlSC. 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. 



