Thanks to Dai and Liz I am pleased to contribute a great song by John Tams:
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,
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.
ch: Rolling home, when we go rolling home,
when we go rolling, rolling,
when 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 the corn.
The rich may steal the power, but the glory's ours alone,
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.
Chorus
The frost is on the hedgerow, the icy winds do blow,
While we poor weary labourers strive through the driving snow
Their dreams fly up to glory, up where the lark has flown
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home. Chorus
The summer of resentment, the winter of despair,
The journey to contentment is set with trap and snare
Stand to and stand together, your labour's yours alone
When you go rolling home, when you go rolling home. Chorus
So pass the bottle round, and let the toast go free,
here's a health to every labourer, wherever he may be.
Fair wages now and ever, we'll reap what we have sown,
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.: >
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