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