Roman Wall Blues

W.H. Auden
Language: English

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.‎
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The mist creeps over the hard grey stone,‎
My girl's in Tungria; I sleep alone.‎
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Aulus goes hanging around her place,‎
I don't like his manners, I don't like his face.‎
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Piso's a Christian, he worships a fish;‎
There'd be no kissing if he had his wish.‎
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She gave me a ring but I diced it away;‎
I want my girl and I want my pay.‎
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When I'm a veteran with only one eye
I shall do nothing but look at the sky.‎

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