To recompense our tillage The heavens afford us showers, High trolollie, lollie, lol; high trolollie, 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, High trolollie, lollie, lol; high trolollie, lee; And with their pleasant roundelays Bid welcome to the spring: Then care away, and wend along with me. This is not half the happiness The countryman enjoys, High trolollie, lollie, lol; high trolollie, lee; Though others think they have as much, Yet he that says so lies: Then care away, and wend along with me. HERE'S A HEALTH ANONYMOUS Here's a health unto His Majesty, _With a fa, la, la, la, la, la, la!_ Confusion to his enemies, _With a fa, la, la, la, la, la, la!_ And he that will not drink his health, I wish him neither wit nor wealth, Nor yet a rope to hang himself, _With a fa, la, la, la, la, la, la!_ BLACK-EYED SUSAN JOHN GAY All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When black-eyed Susan came on board, 'Oh, where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, Does my sweet William sail among your crew?' William, who high upon the yard Rock'd by the billows to and fro, Soon as the well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd and cast his eyes below; The cord flies swiftly through his glowing hands, And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. 'O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall always true remain, Let me kiss off that falling tear,-- We only part to meet again; Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. 'Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind; They tell thee sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find; Yes, yes, believe them when they tell you so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.' The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer she must stay on board,-- They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head: Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land, 'Adieu!' she cried, and wav'd her lily hand. ANNIE LAURIE ANONYMOUS Maxwellton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew, And 'twas there that Annie Laurie Gied me her promise true; Gied me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot shall be, And for bonnie Annie Laurie, I'd lay me doon and dee. Her brow is like the snaw-flake, Her neck is like the swan, Her face it is the fairest That e'er the sun shone on; That e'er the sun shone on, And dark blue is her e'e; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doon and dee.