Rolling Home

1. 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
   
   Chorus:

   Key to Hand Dance on Chorus

   r	Perform with right hand.
   l	Perform mirror image action with left hand.
   S	Slap thighs.
   C	Clap hands at belly button height.
   K r	Tap right fist on top of left fist at belly button height.
   F r	With hands open and palms down, wave hands over each other at belly button height with right hand on top.
   P r	Make a canoe paddling motion on right side.
   W r	On "Roll", place right elbow in left hand, point right hand with index finger extended straight out, make a counter clockwise circle about two hands in diameter up. On "ing", while keeping the right elbow cupped in the palm of the left hand, bring index finger up to beside the right ear.
   Ears	Cup hands over ears.
   Eyes	Cup hands over Eyes
   Up r	Starting with index finger of right hand extended and right hand between shoulder and neck move index finger up an to the right (about 30 &degrees; from vertical) until right arm is fully extended end of the word.

   
   

   S S  C C  F r F r F l F l     K r K r K l K l P r P r Roll- ing   home,   when   we   go   roll- ing   home

   P l P l W r W l When   we   go   rolling,   rolling

   Ears   Eyes   Ears   Eyes   Ears   Up r When  we   go   roll- ing   home

   
   
   
2. 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 *is *our *own
   When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home
   

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3. The frost is on the hedgerow, the icy winds do blow
   While we poor weary labourers strive through the driving snow
   Our *hopes fly up to glory, *up where the lark has flown
   When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home
   

   Chorus:

4. 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 *is *your *own
   When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home
   

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5. *So pass the bottle round and let the toast go free *(FREE THE TOAST!!)
   Here's a health to every labourer wherever they may be
   Fair wages are now *and *ever, let's reap what we have sown
   When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home
   

(Lyrics by John Tams)
(From the version sung by Roy Bailey)
(With editorial changes by Tom Baxter noted with '*')
(Burma Shave)