OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY
Were I laid on Greenland's Coast,
And in my Arms Embrac'd my Lass;
Warm amidst eternal Frost,
Too soon the half year's Night would pass.
Were I sold on Indian soil
Soon as the burning day was clos'd,
I could mock the sultry Toil,
When on my charmer's breast repos'd.
And I would love you all the Day,
Every night would kiss and play,
If with me you'd fondly stray,
Over the hills and far away.
from Beggar's Opera
TUNE FILE: OVERHILL
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