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