O'er the Mountains.

Some spirit wafts our mountain lay —

Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

To distant groves and glens away!

Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

E'en so the tide of empire flows —

Ho! boys, hili ho!

Rejoicing as it westward goes!

Ho! boys, hili ho!

To refresh our weary way

Gush the crystal fountains,

As a pilgrim band we stray

Cheerly o'er the mountains.

The woodland rings with song and shout!

Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

As though a fairy hunt were out!

Hili ho! boys, hili ho!

E'en so the voice of woman cheers —

Ho! boys, hili ho!

The hearts of hardy mountaineers!

Ho! boys, hili ho!

Like the glow of northern skies

Mirrored in the fountains,

Beams the love-light of fond eyes,

As we cross the mountains.