Skyclad

The roman wall blues

Skyclad
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

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