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