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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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