Gin Lane - Over the Hills and Far Away

-Put this on -Start walking -Get to your destination faster than expected -kick door in, conquer place.

"Do you want a trade agreement with England?" no "... over the hills and far away... "

-Put this on -Begin marching -Begin Singing -Reach Spain How did I get here?

Me: I would never be a simp. Also me: Queen Anne commands, and we'll obey.

You can imagine walking each step into battle with this song.

“We’re taking a trip to Portugal students!” Girls: “Ohh warm sun and beaches!” Me and the lads:

France: Why do I hear boss music?

France: Did you hear something. UK: Marching in formation to this. France: Spits out wine. Germany: About time old friend.

>puts this on headphones while going to school >starts marching flying his hands > arrives at the destination, strikes as hard as possible at the ground with the right foot >salutes with open hand >observes the janitor's terrified look

if you want to sing along lads here you go the lyrics Hark now the drums beat up again For all true soldiers gentlemen, Then let us list and march, I say, Over the Hills and far away. (Chorus) 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. All gentlemen who have a mind, To serve the queen both good and kind, Come list and enter into pay, Then over the hills and far away. (Chorus) 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. No more from sound of drum retreat, While Marlborough and Galway beat, The French and Spaniards every day, When over the hills and far away. (Chorus) 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. 40 shillings on the drum, for those who volunteer to come, with shirts and clothes and pleasant pay, when over the hills and far away. (Chorus) 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. Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse To wipe his angry Master's Shoes, For now he's free to sing and play, (Chorus) 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. We then shall lead more happy lives, By getting rid of brats and wives, That scold and bawl both night and day – over the hills and far away. (Chorus) 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. For if we go 'tis one to ten, But we return all gentlemen All gentlemen as well as they, Over the hills and far away. (Chorus) 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.

France:*exists* UK:*angry tea sipping noises*

This song makes me want to raise South Essex regiment from my own pocket and sail to Spain. Hope, I will be better commander than Simmerson.

Essential Napoleon Total War campaign music.

Every single rock and island in Asia: What is that sound coming from

Youtube made a playlist for me called "Mix - Children's music", which included this, Rhodesians never die, Falkland war song, the british light infantry, come out ye black and tans, Karl Sternau covers and hello from the big hangover. :D

Hark! now the Drums beat up again, For all true Soldiers Gentlemen, Then let us list, and march I say, Over the Hills and far away Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. All Gentlemen that have a Mind,To serve the Queen that's good and kind;Come list and enter into Pay,Then o'er the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. No more from sound of Drum retreat,While Marlborough, and Gallaway beat,*The French and Spaniards every Day,When o'er the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. Here's Forty Shillings on the Drum,For those that Volunteers do come,With Shirts, and Cloaths, and present Pay,When o'er the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. The[n] Prentice Tom he may refuse,To wipe his angry Master's Shoes;For then he's free to sing and play,Over the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. We then shall lead more happy Lives,By getting rid of Brats and Wives,That Scold on both Night and Day,When o'er the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away. For if we go 'tis one to Ten,But we return all Gentlemen,All Gentlemen as well as they,When o'er the Hills and far away; Chorus: Over the Hills and o'er the Main,To Flanders, Portugal and Spain,Queen Ann commands, and we'll obey,Over the Hills and far away.

Rock in the middle of the ocean: casually enjoying it's existence UK with this playing in the background: DIBS!

Country: exists UK: Angry island noises

The lyrics are a very clever recruiting song, it appeals to the kind of blokes who want to get the hell out of the structured stultified society they were trapped in. The down side, violent death. Life is a gamble.

-I find this song -I like it -I realise it British patriotic -Im Irish -Im horrified with myself -Shrug it off and put it on loop