Old Song

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets
journeys on in safety.

Over the hills and o'er the main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Anne commands and we'll read more

Over the hills and o'er the main,
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey,
Over the hills and far away.

An injury may prove a blessing.

An injury may prove a blessing.

Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to read more

Old Rose is dead, that good old man,
We ne'er shall see him more;
He used to wear an old blue coat
All buttoned down before.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.

A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.