Pet. Yes, and fo I do, we all thank you, and when we have fupt, I wil get my friend Coridon to fing you a Song, for requital. Cor. Iwil fing a Song if any body wil fing another; elfe, to be plain with you, I wil fing none: I am none of those that fing for meat, but for company; I fay, "Tis merry in Hall when men fing all. Pifc. I'l promife you I'l fing a Song that was lately made at my requeft by Mr. William Baffe, one that has made the choice Songs of the Hunter in his carrere, and of Tom of Bedlam, and many others of note; and this that I wil fing is in praise of Angling. Cor. And then mine shall be the praife of a Country mans life: What will the reft fing of? Pet. I wil promise you I wil fing another Song in praise of Angling, to-morrow night, for we wil not part till then, but fifh to morrow, and fup fup together,and the next day every man leave fishing,and fall to his bufinefs. Viat. "Tis a match, and I wil provide you a Song or a Ketch against then too, that shal give fome addition of mirth to the company; for we wil be merrie. Pifc. "Tis a match my masters; lets ev'n fay Grace,and turn to the fire, drink the other cup to wet our whistles, and fo fing away all fad thoughts. Come on my mafters, who begins? I think it is best to draw cuts and avoid contention. Pet.It is a match.Look,the shorteft Cut fals to Coridon. Cor. Well then, I wil begin; for I hate contention. CORIDONS Song. Ob the fweet contentment The country man doth find! bigh trolollie loliloe That quiet contemplation Then care away, and wend along with me. For Courts are full of flattery, As hath too oft heen tri'd; high trolollie lollie loe bigh trolollie lee, The City full of wantonness, and both are full of pride : Then care away, and wend along with me. But oh the boneft country man Speaks truly from his heart, high trolollie lollie loe high trolollie lee, His pride is in his Tillage, bis Horfes and his Cart: Then care away, and wend along with me. Our Our clothing is good sheep skins 'Tis warmth and not gay clothing Then care away, and wend along with me. The ploughman, though he labor hard, high trolollie lollie loe No Emperor fo merrily Then care away, and wend along with me. To recompence our Tillage, And for our fweet refreshments the earth affords us bowers : Then care away,&c. The The Cuckoe and the Nightingale full merrily do fing, high trolollie lollie loe And with their pleasant roundelayes, bid welcome to the Spring: Then care away, and wend along with me. This is not half the happiness Though others think they have as much yet he that fays fo lies: Then come away,turn Pifc. Well fung Coridon, this Song was fung with mettle, and it was choicely fitted to the occafion; I fhall love you for it as long as I know you: Iwould you were a brother of the Angle, for a companion that is cheerful and free from fwear |