OVER THE HILLS 

OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

Hark now, the drums beat up again,

For all true soldier gentlemen,

Then let us list and march I say,

Over the hills and far away,

Over the hills and o'er the main,

To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,

Queen Anne commands and we obey,

Over the hills and far away.

SWEET LASS OF RICHMOND HILL

On Richmond Hill there lives a lass more bright than May Day morn,

Whose charms all other maids surpass, a rose without a thorn,

This lass so neat with smile so sweet has won my right good will,

I'd crowns resign to call her mine, sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

Sweet lass of Richmond Hill, sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

I'd crowns resign to call her mine, sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

CHARLIE IS MY DARLING

Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

'Twas on a Monday morning, quite early in the year

That Charlie came to our town, the young Chevalier.

As he was walking down the street, the city for to view.

Oh there he spied a bonnie lass, the window peeking through.

Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

Oh Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling,

Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier.

LOCH LOMOND

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.

Where me and my true love will never meet again.

On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Oh, ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,

And I'll be in Scotland before ye.

But me and my true love will never meet again,

On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

THE SKYE BOAT SONG

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.

"Onward!" the sailors cry.

Carry the lad that's born to be King,

Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the wind howls, loud the waves road,

Thunderclaps rend the air.

Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,

Follow they will not dare.

Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing.

"Onward!" the sailors cry.

Carry the lad that's born to be King,

Over the sea to Skye.

COCKLES AND MUSSELS

In Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty,

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow,

Crying "Cockles and mussels alive, alive o!"

Alive alive o! Alive alive o!

Crying "Cockles and mussels alive, alive o!"

RAGGLE TAGGLE GYPSY

There were three old Gypsies came to our door

They came so brave and a-boldly-o.

And the one sang high and the other sang low,

And the other sang a raggle-taggle Gypsy-o!

It was upstairs, downstairs, the lady went,

Put on her suit of leather-o.

And there was a cry from around the door,

"She's away with the raggle-taggle Gypsy-o!"

It was late that night when the Lord came in,

Inquiring for his Lady-o,

And the servant girl, she said to the Lord,

"She's away with the raggle-taggle Gypsy-o!"

CALON LAN*

Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus, aur y byd na'I berlau mân:
Gofyn wyf am galon hapus, calon onest, calon lân.

Calon lân yn llawn daioni, tecach yw na'r lili dlos:
Dim ond calon lân all ganu, canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.

* This part of the medley is in Welsh!  We will work on the pronunciation in school (Mrs Frost is going to help us), so please don't worry about the words for this bit.   If you are interested in the words, here's the phonetic pronunciation:

Nid ooeen gawveen buh weed moy theece, aheer uh bead nigh behr lie man:

Gaw veen ooeev am gahlawn ha peace, cahlawn awenest cahlawn lan.

Cahlawn lan uhn LLaoon dai awe knee, tech ach iyoo nahr li lee dlaws:

Dim awend cahlon lan ahll gahknee, carknee'r deeth ah chahknee'r nawes.

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