The Roman Wall Blues کے بول

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