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OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY (John Gay) 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. Cho: 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. @love from Beggar's Opera filename[ OVERHILL TUNE FILE: OVERHILL CLICK TO PLAY DS |
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