Over the Hills and Far Away - Lesley Garrett

Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse

To wipe his scoundrel Master’s Shoes,

For now he’s free to sing and play

Over the Hills and far away.

Over the Hills and O’er the Main,

To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,

The queen commands and we’ll obey

Over the Hills and far away.

We all shall lead more happy lives

By getting rid of brats and wives

That scold and bawl both night and day —

Over the Hills and far away.

Over the Hills and O’er the Main,

To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,

The queen commands and we’ll obey

Over the Hills and far away.

Courage, boys, 'tis one to ten,

But we return all gentlemen

All gentlemen as well as they,

Over the hills and far away.

Over the Hills and O’er the Main,

To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,

The queen commands and we’ll obey

Over the Hills and far away.