Jockey's Lamentation :Jockey met with Jenny fair :Betwixt the dawning and the Day, :And Jockey now is full of Care, :For Jenny stole his Heart away: :Altho' she promis'd to be true, :Yet she, alas, has prov'd unkind, :That which do make poor Jockey rue, :For Jenny's fickle as the Wind: :And, 'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, :'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, :'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, :The Wind has blown my Plad away. :Jockey was a bonny Lad, :As e'er was born in Scotland fair; :But now poor Jockey is run mad, :For Jenny causes his Despair; :Jockey was a Piper's Son, :And fell in Love while he was young: :But all the Tunes that he could play, :Was, o'er the Hills, and far away, :And, [As for verse one] :When first I saw my Jenny's Face, :She did appear with sike a Grace, :With muckle Joy my Heart was fill'd; :But now alas with Sorrow kill'd. :Oh! was she but as true as fair, :'Twou'd put an end to my Despair; :But ah, alass! this is unkind, :Which sore does terrify my Mind; :'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away, :'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away, :'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away, :That Jenny stole my Heart away. :Did she but feel the dismal Woe :That for her Sake I undergo, :She surely then would grant Relief, :And put an end to all my Grief: :But oh, she is as false as fair, :Which causes all my sad Despair; :She triumphs in a proud Disdain, :And takes Delight to see my Pain; :[As for verse one] :Hard was my Hap to fall in Love, :With one that does so faithless prove; :Hard was my fate to court the Maid, :That has my constant Heart betray'd: :A thousand times to me she swore, :She would be true for evermore: :But oh! alas, with Grief I say, :She's stole my Heart, and ran away; :[As for verse three] :Good gentle Cupid take my part, :And pierce this false one to the Heart, :That she may once but feel the Woe, :As I for her do undergo; :Oh! make her feel this raging Pain, :That for her Love I do sustain; :She sure would then more gentle be, :And soon repent her Cruelty; :[As for verse one] :I now must wander for her sake, :Since that she will no Pity take, :Into the Woods and shady Grove, :And bid adieu to my false Love: :Since she is false whom I adore, :I ne'er will trust a Woman more, :From all their Charms I'll fly away, :And on my Pipe will sweetly play; :[As for verse one] :There by my self I'll sing and say, :'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away, :That my poor Heart is gone astray, :Which makes me grieve both Night and Day; :Farewel, farewel, thou cruel she, :I fear that I shall die for thee: :But if I live, this Vow I'll make, :To love no other for your sake. :[As for verse one]
The Recruiting Officer (Or The Merry Volunteers) :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; :
Chorus :Over the Hills and o'er the Main, :To Flanders, Portugal and Spain, :Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey, :Over the Hills and far away. :All Gentlemen that have a Mind, :To serve the Queen that's good and kind; :Come list and enter into Pay, :Then o'er the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :Here's Forty Shillings on the Drum, :For those that Volunteers do come, :With Shirts, and Cloaths, and present Pay, :When o'er the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :Hear that brave Boys, and let us go, :Or else we shall be prest you know; :Then list and enter into Pay, :And o'er the Hills and far away, :
Chorus :The Constables they search about, :To find such brisk young Fellows out; :Then let's be Volunteers I say, :Over the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :Since now the French so low are brought, :And Wealth and Honour's to be got, :Who then behind wou'd sneaking stay? :When o'er the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :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; :
Chorus :He that is forc'd to go and fight, :Will never get true Honour by't, :While Volunteers shall win the Day, :When o'er the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :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; :
Chorus :The Prentice Tom he may refuse, :To wipe his angry Master's Shoes; :For then he's free to sing and play, :Over the Hills and far away; :
Chorus :Over Rivers, Bogs, and Springs, :We all shall live as great as Kings, :And Plunder get both Night and Day, :When over the Hills and far away, :
Chorus :We then shall lead more happy Lives, :By getting rid of Brats and Wives, :That Scold on both Night and Day, :When o'er the Hills and far away: :
Chorus :Come on then Boys and you shall see, :We every one shall Captains be, :To Whore and rant as well as they, :When o'er the Hills and far away: :
Chorus :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: :
Chorus ==George Farquhar lyrics==