The Beggar's Opera by John Gay 1728 Act I, Scene xiii, Air XVI??Over the Hills, and Far Away? MacHeath. Were I laid on Greenland?s coast, And in my arms embraced my lass, Warm amidst eternal frost, Too soon the half-year?s night would pass. Polly. Were I sold on Indian soil, Soon as the burning day was closed, I could mock the sultry toil When on my charmer?s breast reposed. Mac. And I would love you all the day, Polly. Every night would kiss and play, Mac. If with me you?d fondly stray Polly. Over the hills, and far away.
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