high trolollie lollie loe
high trolollie lee.
'Tis warmth and not gay clothing
that doth prolong our lives_:
Then care away,
and wend along with me,

_The ploughman, though he labor hard,
Yet on the_ Holy-day,
_high trolollie lollie loe
high trolollie lee,
No Emperor so merrily
does pass his time away_:
Then care away,
and wend along with me.

_To recompence our Tillage,
The Heavens afford us showrs;
high trolollie lollie loe
high trolollie lee,
And for our sweet refreshments
the earth affords us bowers_:
Then care away, &c.

_The_ Cuckoe _and the_ Nightingale
_full merrily do sing,
high trolollie lollie loe
high trolollie lee,
And with their pleasant roundelayes
bid welcome to the_ Spring: