Over the Hills and Far Away | British March

Over the Hills and Far Away is a beautiful British folk song and march.
Lyrics:
Hark now the drums beat up again
For all true soldiers gentlemen,
Then let us list and march, I say,
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.
All gentlemen who have a mind,
To serve the queen both good and kind,
Come list and enter into pay,
Then 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.
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.
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.
40 shillings on the drum,
for those who volunteer to come,
with shirts and clothes and pleasant pay,
when 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.
Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse
To wipe his angry Master's Shoes,
For now he's free to sing and play,
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 then 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.
For if we go '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.