Over The Hills And Far Away

The song of the 95th Regiment of Foot (the Rifles)

 “Here’s forty shillings on the drum
For those who’ll volunteer to come
To ‘list and fight the foe today
Over the hills and far away.

O’er the hills and o’er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away

When duty calls me I must go,
to stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.

O’er the hills and o’er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away

If I should fall to rise no more
As many comrades did before
Then ask the fifes and drums to play
Over the hills and far away

O’er the hills and o’er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away

Then fall in lads behind the drum
With Colours blazing like the sun
Along the road to come-what-may
Over the hills and far away

O’er the hills and o’er the main
Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey
Over the hills and far away”