Old Song

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.

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.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

Ants will not go to an empty granary, and friends will not visit
us when our wealth is gone.

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.