Down
the lane where the hedgehoes meet
A rattling cart and a jiggling seat
The wheels they clatter, the horseshoes fly
Over the stones and under the sky
The wind it laughs, the grass it sways
The song of the road filled the bright, bold day
Roll,
roll,
the rattling cart Through the hills to the village heart
Fiddle sings and the whistle cries Dance,
my friends,
till morning skies
A jug of ale on the driver's knee He sings a tune of the roaring sea
The banjo hums and the barron pounds The
joy of the earth and its wildest sounds
The folk starts quick,
the hare stands still The cart rolls on past the ancient mill
The wheel turns round and the day grows long
But the heart grows light with the lilting song
Roll,
roll,
the rattling cart Through the hills to the village heart
Fiddle sings and the whistle cries Dance,
my friends,
till morning skies
The stars will shine and the moon will glow
The cart will rest where the rivers flow
But tonight we'll spin,
we'll reel,
we'll play And keep the dark and the cold at bay
Roll, roll,
the rattling cart Through the hills to the village heart
Fiddle sings and the whistle cries Dance,
my friends,
till morning skies
Roll,
roll,
the rattling cart Through the hills to the village heart
Fiddle sings and the whistle cries Dance,
my friends,
till morning skies