Текст песни 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