in _Scotland_ fair;
But now poor _Jockey_ is run mad,
For _Jenny_ causes his Despair;
_Jockey_ was a Piper's Son,
And fell in Love while he was young:
But all the Tunes that he could play,
Was, _o'er the Hills, and far away,_
And, _'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_'Tis o'er the Hills and far away,_
_'Tis o'er the Hills and far away,_
_The Wind has blown my Plad away._

When first I saw my _Jenny's_ Face,
She did appear with sike a Grace,
With muckle Joy my Heart was fill'd;
But now alas with Sorrow kill'd.

Oh! was she but as true as fair,
'Twou'd put an end to my Despair;
But ah, alass! this is unkind,
Which sore does terrify my Mind;
_'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_'Twas o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_That_ Jenny _stole my Heart away._

Did she but feel the dismal Woe
That for her Sake I undergo,
She surely then would grant Relief,
And put an end to all my Grief:
But oh, she is as false as fair,
Which causes all my sad Despair;
She triumphs in a proud Disdain,
And takes Delight to see my Pain;
_'Tis o'er the Hills_, &c.

Hard was my Hap to fall in Love,
With one that does so faithless prove;
Hard was my fate to court the Maid,
That has my constant Heart betray'd:
A thousand times to me she swore,
She would be true for evermore:
But oh! alas, with Grief I say,
She's stole my Heart, and ran away;
_'Twas o'er the Hills_, &c.

Good gentle _Cupid_ take my part,
And pierce this false one to the Heart,
That she may once but feel the Woe,
As I for her do undergo;
Oh! make her feel this raging Pain,
That for her Love I do sustain;
She sure would then more gentle be,
And soon repent her Cruelty;
_'Tis o'er the Hills_, &c.

I now must wander for her sake,
Since that she will no Pity take,
Into the Woods and shady Grove,
And bid adieu to my false Love:
Since she is false whom I adore,
I ne'er will trust a Woman more,
From all their Charms I'll fly away,
And on my Pipe will sweetly play;
_'Tis o'er the Hills_, &c.

There by my self I'll sing and say,
_'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away_,
That my poor Heart is gone astray,
Which makes me grieve both Night and Day;
Farewel, farewel, thou cruel she,
I fear that I shall die for thee:
But if I live, this Vow I'll make,
To love no other for your sake.
_'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_'Tis o'er the Hills, and far away,_
_'Tis o'er the Hills, and f