Over the heather the wet wind blows, <br />I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose. <br /> <br />The rain comes pattering out of the sky, <br />I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why. <br /> <br />The mist creeps over the hard grey stone, <br />My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone. <br /> <br />Aulus goes hanging around her place, <br />I don't like his manners, I don't like his face. <br /> <br />Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish; <br />There'd be no kissing if he had his wish. <br /> <br />She gave me a ring but I diced it away; <br />I want my girl and I want my pay. <br /> <br />When I'm a veteran with only one eye <br />I shall do nothing but look at the sky.<br /><br />WH Auden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roman-wall-blues-2/
