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.