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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 that have a Mind,
To serve our Queen both good and kind;
Come list and enter into Pay,
Then o'er the Hills and far away;

No more from sound of drum retreat,
While Marlborough, and Galway beat,
The French and Spaniards every day,
O'er the Hills and far away;

Here's forty shillings on the drum,
For those who Volunteers do come,
With shirts, and clothes, and present pay,
When o'er the Hills and far away;

Our prentice Tommy may refuse,
To wipe his angry Master's Shoes;
For then he's free to sing and play,
Over the Hills and far away;

We then shall lead more happy lives,
By getting rid of brats and wifes,
That scold on both the Night and Day,
When o'er the Hills and far away;

For if we go 'tis one to Ten,
But we return all Gentlemen,
All Gentlemen as well as they,
When o'er 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.