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For if we go, to one 'tis ten,
But we return all gentlemen,
All gentlemen, as well as they,
When over the hills and far away:
Chor. Over the hills and over the main,
To France, Gibraltar, or to Spain,
King George commands, and we'll obey,
Over the hills and far away.
POOR GAFFER GRAY.
HO! Why doſt thou driver and ſhake,
Gaffer Gray?
And why does thy noſe look ſo blue?
“'Tis the weather that's cold,
“'Tis I'm grown very old,
“And my doublet is not very new,
“Well-a-day!
“And my doublet is not very new.”
Then line thy worn doublet with ale,
Gaffer Gray,
And warm thy old heart with a glaſs:
“Hay, but credit I've none,
“And my money's all gone,
“Then ſay how may this come to paſs,
“Well-a-day!" etc
Hie away to the houſe on the brow,
Gaffer Gray,
And knock at the jolly prieſt's door;
“The prieſt preaches,
“Againſt worldly riches,
“But ne'er gives a mite to the poor,
“Well-a-day! etc
