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.