Lyrics
And we’ll all hang on behind.
So we’ll roll the golden chariot along
An' we’ll roll the golden chariot along.
So we’ll roll the golden chariot along
An' we’ll all hang on behind!
A plate of Irish stew wouldn’t do us any harm…
A nice fat cook wouldn’t do us any harm…
A roll in the clover wouldn’t do us any harm…
A long spell in gaol wouldn’t do us any harm…
A round on the house wouldn’t do us any harm…
A glass of hot whiskey wouldn’t do us any harm…
If the devil’s in the road, we’ll roll it over him…