Over The Hills And Far Away. (Trad)

Here’s forty shillings on the drum

To those who volunteer to come,

To list and fight the foe today

Over the Hills and far away. 

Chorus

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 pipes 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

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