to the battle speed,
To guard him in the fight.

OH CHEERILY, CHEERILY (_D. & S._ 32)

Original, but a refrain similar to this is not uncommon in
old sea songs.

OH LADY FAIR (_G.E._ 13)

Trio by _Moore_.

See 'Strew then, O strew.'

OH LET US LOVE OUR OCCUPATIONS (_Ch._)

Original lines by Dickens. 'Set to music on the new system,'
probably refers to Hullah's method (c. 1841), or possibly the
Tonic Sol-fa (c. 1843), see p. 17.

OH LANDSMEN ARE FOLLY (_H.R._)

Original.

OLD CLEM (_G.E._ 12, 15)

A custom prevailed at Chatham of holding a procession
on St. Clement's day, and the saint, who was irreverently
designated 'Old Clem,' was personated by a young smith disguised
for the occasion.

Dickens frequently writes a verse in the form of prose, and
this is an example. Written out properly, it reads thus:

Hammer boys round--Old Clem,
With a thump and a sound--Old Clem,
Beat it out, beat it out--Old Clem,
With a cluck for the stout--Old Clem,
Blow the fire, blow the fire--Old Clem,
Roaring drier, soaring higher--Old Clem.

OLD KING COLE (_O.C.S._ 58, _P.P._ 36)

The personality of this gentleman has never been settled.
Chappell suggests he was 'Old Cole,' a cloth-maker of Reading
_temp._ Henry I. Wardle's carol 'I care not for spring' (_P.P._
36) was adapted to this air, and printed in How's _Illustrated
Book of British Song_.

OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY (_Dr. M._, _M.C._ 36)

An old saying, both in song and as a phrase. It occurs in two
songs in D'Urfey's _Pills to Purge Melancholy_, 1709, one of
which is,

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play
Was over the hills and far away.
(Vol. iv.)

Doctor Marigold's version is probably original:

North and South and West and East,
Winds liked best and winds liked least,
Here and there and gone astray,
Over the hills and far away.

OVER THE WATER TO CHARLIE (_O.C.S._ 27)

Tune in Johnson's _Musical Museum_, Vol. II, 1788.

Come boat me o'er, come row me o'er,
Come boat me o'er to Charlie,
I'll gie John Brown another half-crown,
To boat me o'er to Charlie;
We'll o'er the water, we'll o'er the sea,
We'll o'er the water to Charlie,
Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi' Charlie.

Another Jacobite son