Over the Hills and Faraway

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,
 Queen Anne 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,
 Queen Anne 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,
 Queen Anne commands and we'll obey
 Over the Hills and far away.
 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.