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THE COMPLETE ANGLER, [part r. 



CORIDON. And then mine shall be the praise of a Country, 

 man's life. What will the rest sing of? 



Peter. 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. 



Venator. '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. 



PiSCATOR. 'Tis a match, my masters. Let's e'en say grace, 

 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. 



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



Coritffln'g Song. 



Oh the sweet contentment Our clothing is good sheep-skins, 



The countryman doth find ! Grey russet for our wives ; 



Heigh trolollie loUie loe, Heigh troloUie loUie Ice, &c. 



Heigh trolollie lee. 'Tis warmth and not gay clothing 



That quiet contemplation That doth prolong our lives : 

 Possesseth all my mind : Then care away, &c. 



Then care away, 



And wend along with me. 



The ploughman, tho' he labour hard. 



For Courts are full of flattery, Yet on the holyday, 

 As hath too oft been tried ; Heigh trolollie lollie loe, &c. 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, &c. No emperor so merrily 



The city full of wantonness, Does pass his time away : 

 And both are full of pride : Then care away, &c. 



Then care away, &c. 



But oh, the honest countryman To recompense our tillage, 



Speaks tnily from his heart, The heavens afford us showers ; 



Heigh trolollie lollie loe, &c. Heigh trolollie lollie loe, &c. 



His pride is in his tillage. And for our sweet refreshments 



His horses, and his cart : The earth affords us bowers : 



Then care away, &c. Then care away, &c. 



Variation.] 8 for we will be merry. — Till ^ik edit. 



Svo, i66g : and in Choice Ayres, Songs, and Dialogues, to sing to the Theorbo, Lute, 

 and Bass Viol, folio, 1675 : also in Dr Percy's Reliques of_A7icieut English Poetry, vol. 

 ii- P- 357 '> bu^ ^n ^^ latter with a mistake, in the last line of the third stanza, of the 

 wdrd Pentarchye for Pentateuch. — H. 



