The Countryman

Oh, the sweet contentment

The countryman doth find.

High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lie!

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;

High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lie!

The city full of wantonness,

And both are full of pride.

Then care away

And wend along with me.

But oh, the honest countryman

Speaks truly from his heart,

High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lie!

His pride is in his tillage,

His horses nad his cart:

Then care away

And wend along with me.

The ploughman, though he labour hard,

Yet on his holiday,

High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lie!

No emperor so merrily

Does pass his time away;

Then care away

And wend along with me.