This was found in Mrs. Dufners book on old english poetry. I found some music for it to and in looks like a fun one.
Coridons Song
the sweet contentment 'The countryman doth find ! Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. That quiet contemplation Posesseth all my mind; Then care away, And wend along with me. For Courts are full of flattery As hath too oft been tried; Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. '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 ; Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee.
His pride is in his tillage, His horses and his cart ; 'Then care away, And wend along with me.
Our clothing is good sheep-skins, Grey russet for our wives ;
Heigh trolollie lollie he, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. 'Tis warmth, and not gay clothing, 'That doth prolong our lives ; Then care away, And wend along with me. The ploughman, though he labour hard, Yet on the holy-day, Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. No emperor so merrily Doth pass his time away ; 'Then care away, And wend along with me. 'To recompense our tillage, The heavens afford us showers ; Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. And for our sweet refreshments The earth affords us bowers ; Then care away, And wend along with me. 'The cuckoo and the nightingale Full merrily do sing, Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee. And with their pleasant roundelays Bid welcome to the spring ; Then care away, And wend along with me. is not half the happiness The countryman enjoys ;
Heigh trolollie lollie loe, Heigh trolollie lollie lee.
Though others think they have as much,
Yet he that says so lies ; Then come away, turn Countryman with me.
