by Haruo » Wed Mar 24, 2010 11:54 pm
Round goes the wheel of fortune, don't be afraid to ride.
There's a land of milk and honey waits on the other side.
There'll be peace, and there'll be plenty, you'll never need to roam,
Refrain:
As we go rolling home, as we go rolling home:
Rolling home, as we go rolling home,
as we go rolling, rolling, as we go rolling home.
The gentry in their finery do prosper night and morn,
While we unto the fields must go, to plough and sow their corn.
The rich may steal the power, but the glory's ours alone,
(refrain)
The frost is on the hedgerow, the icy winds do blow,
While we poor weary labourers strive through the driving snow.
Our dreams fly up to heave, up where the lark has flown,
(refrain)
The summer of resentment, the winter of despair;
The journey to contentment is set with trap and snare.
Stand to, and stand together, our glory's ours alone,
(refrain)
So pass the bottle round, and let the toast go free;
Here's a toast to every labourer, wherever he may be:
Fair wages now and ever; we'll reap what we have sown,
As we go rolling home, as we go rolling home:
Rolling home, as we go rolling home,
As we go rolling, rolling, as we go rolling home.
I forget the author; Tams?
Haruo = Leland Bryant Ross
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