Treasure Island

John Gay

(30 June 1685 – 4 December 1732 / Barnstaple, England)

Songs from The Beggar’s Opera: Air XVI-“Over the Hills, and Far Away”


Mac. Were I laid on Greenland’s coast,
And in my arms embraced my lass,
Warm amidst eternal frost,
Too soon the half-year’s night would pass.
Polly. Were I sold on Indian soil,
Soon as the burning day was closed,
I could mock the sultry toil
When on my charmer’s breast reposed.
Mac. And I would love you all the day,
Polly. Every night would kiss and play,
Mac. If with me you’d fondly stray
Polly. Over the hills, and far away.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

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