Over the Hills and Far Away
John TamsOriginal | OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY AI TEMPI DI NAPOLEONE |
OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY Here’s forty shillings on the drum For those who’ll volunteer to come To ‘list and fight the foe today. Over the hills and far away. O’er the hills and o’er the main. Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain. King George commands and we obey. Over the hills and far away. When duty calls me I must go To stand and face another foe. But part of me will always stray Over the hills and far away. If I should fall to rise no more, As many comrades did before, Then ask the fifes and drums to play. Over the hills and far away. Then fall in lads behind the drum, With colours blazing like the sun. Along the road to come what may. Over the hills and far away. | HARK! NOW THE DRUMS BEAT UP AGAIN Hark now the drums beat up again For all true soldier gentlemen, Then let us list and march, I say, Over the Hills and far away. Chorus) Over the hills and o’er the main To Flanders, Portugal and Spain, Queen Anne commands and we’ll obey, Over the hills and far away. All gentlemen that have a mind, To serve the queen that’s good and kind, Come list and enter into pay, Then over the hills and far away. No more from sound of drum retreat, While Marlborough and Galway beat, The French and Spaniards every day, When over the hills and far away. |