CHAP. V. THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 73 



and turn to the fire, drink the other cup to whet 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. 



Peter. 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 And ! 



Heigh trolollie loe, 



Heigh trolollie 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 ; 



Heigh Iroiollie lee, c. 

 The city full of wantonness, 

 And both are full of pride : 



Then care away, <fcc. 



But oh the honest countryman 

 Speaks truly from his heart, 



Heigh trolollie lee, *c. 

 His pride it in bis tillage, 

 His horses, and his cart : 



Then care away t fa. 



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Our cloathing is good shrcp-skins, 

 Gray russet for our wives; 



Heigh trolollie lee, *c. 

 Tis warmth and not gay cloathing 

 That doth prolong our lives 



Then care away, c. 



The ploughman, tho' he labour hard, 

 Yet on the holy-day, 



Heigh trolollie lee, 4c. 

 No emperor so merrily 

 Does pass his time awaj : 



Then care away, 4c. 



To recompense our tillage, 

 The heavens afford us showers ; 



Heigh trolollie lee, c. 

 And for our sweet refreshment* 

 The earth affords us bowers : 

 Then care away, 4c. 



