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 falling out of the sky
I’m a soldier on the wall
I don’t know why
The mist is lying on a hard grey stone
My woman is gone
And I’m sleeping all alone
There’s somebody else
Hanging 'round her place
I don’t like him, I don’t like his face
I saw a Christian worshipping a fish
There would be no kissing
If he had his wish
She gave me a ring
I gambled it away
And I want my woman
And I want my pay
When I’m old with this only one eye
I’ll do nothing all day
But look up at the sky
I’m a soldier on the wall
And I don’t know why
Over the heather the wet wind blows
I’ve lice in my tunic
And a cold in my nose
The rain comes falling out of the sky
I’m a soldier on the wall
And I don’t know why