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 No more from found of drums retreat,

While that our noble fleets do beat

The French and Spaniards every day.

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.

He that is forc'd to go and fight,

Will never get true honour by't;

While Volunteers ſhall win the day,

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.

What tho' our friends our abſence mourn?

We all with honour ſhall return;

And then we'll ſing both night and day,

Over the hills and far away: Over the hill, etc.

The 'prenticc Bill he may refuſe

To wipe his angry maſter's ſhoes;

For then he's free to ſing and play,

When over the hills and far away. Over the, etc.

The 'prentice who has play'd the fool,

And fears to mount repenting-ſtool,

To kirk and ſeſſion bids good day,

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.

Over rivers, boggs, and ſprings,

We all ſhall live a big as kings,

And plunder get both night and day,

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.

Then ſhall we live more happy lives,

By getting rid of Brats and Wives,

That ſcold and ſqueel both night and day,

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.

Come on brave boys and you ſhall ſee,

We every one ſhall captains be,

And we'll ſing and rant as well as they,

When over the hills and far away: Over the, etc.