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
O’er the hills and o’er the main
To Flanders Portugal and Spain
The Queen 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
Courage boys ‘tis one to ten
But we return all gentlemen
All gentlemen as well as they
Over the hills and far away
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