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...
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys.
And they all stopped to hear him play,
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took his pipe and began to play.
So Doll and the cow danced 'The Cheshire Round',
Till the pail was broke and the milk ran down.
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
He met a dame trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
He saw a cross fellow beating an ass.
Laden with pots, pans, dishes and glass.
He took out his pipe and he played them a tune,
And the burden on donkey now was lightened full soon.
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.