Roman Wall Blues
Over the heather the wet wind blows,
I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose.
The rain comes pattering out of the sky, I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why.
The mist creeps over the hard grey stone, My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.
Aulus goes hanging around her place,
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.
Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish; There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.
She gave me a ring but I diced it away; I want my girl and I want my pay.
When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.
Powered by hypermail