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”Here's twenty silvers on the drum
For those who volunteer to come,
To join and fight the foe today
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the dell
From highest Heav’n to Netherhell,
The King commands, and we obey
Over the hills and far away.
If Irenaeus calls, we all must go
To stand and face another foe,
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With His Sword blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away.”
For those who volunteer to come,
To join and fight the foe today
Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the dell
From highest Heav’n to Netherhell,
The King commands, and we obey
Over the hills and far away.
If Irenaeus calls, we all must go
To stand and face another foe,
But part of me will always stray
Over the hills and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With His Sword blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may
Over the hills and far away.”
"Bridge of sighs" indeed. Farewell to nagging and constant abuse! Farewell to mud and icy snow! Farewell to ants and rolling pins!
The Elfhamian buck is a fellow with pluck
He thinks his enlistment's a rare stroke of luck
The sergeant don't get it, he thinks he's insane
He assumes the Elfhamer is weak in the brain
He can stand there and scream and abuse and berate
He's an angel next to the Elfhamian's mate
(From an old Imperial army song)
The Elfhamian buck is a fellow with pluck
He thinks his enlistment's a rare stroke of luck
The sergeant don't get it, he thinks he's insane
He assumes the Elfhamer is weak in the brain
He can stand there and scream and abuse and berate
He's an angel next to the Elfhamian's mate
(From an old Imperial army song)
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