Will You Go, Hugo?

Will you go, Hugo, a-marching with me? Will you go, Hugo, way down to the sea? Over the hills we go, into the sun (Shining on flowers and kissing each one). Into the wind we go, singing so fair, Skipping a song on the bright summer air! Under the bridge we go, hollering loud; Hollering, hollering, hollering proud! Down to the sand we go, down to the shore, Down where the waves are a lion a-roar! Over the hills and on down to the sea, Will you go, Hugo, a-marching with me?