Oh , the sweet contentment
The countryman doth find.
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
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 lee,
The city full of wantonness,
And both are full of pride:

But oh, the honest countryman
Speaks truly from his heart,
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
His pride is in his tillage,
His horses and his cart:

Our clothing is good sheepskins,
Gray russet for our wives,
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
Tis warmth and not gay clothing
That doth prolong our lives:

The plowman, though he labor hard,
Yet on the holiday,
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
No emperor so merrily
Does pass his time away:

To recompense our tillage
The heavens afford us showers;
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
And for our sweet refreshments
The earth affords us bowers:

The cuckoo and the nightingale
Full merrily do sing,
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
And with their pleasant roundelays
Bid welcome to the spring:

This is not half the happiness
The countryman enjoys;
— High trolollie lollie loe,
— High trolollie lee,
Though others think they have as much
Yet he that says so lies:
— Then come away, turn
— Countryman with me.