A Trimontium Soldier’s Marching Song

 (To the tune ‘John Brown’s body’)

I joined the Roman army and became the Emp’ror’s man,
I banged my sword against my shield – and off the enemy ran,
I dig the ditches, lay the roads and boil soup in my can,
And my boots go marching on
[TRY -try- monti- monti- montyum] CHORUS (x3)
And my boots go marching on

I joined the Roman army and they marched me through the town. ‘
Twas “sinister … dexter; shoulder your pack!”, parading roun’ an’ roun’,
Centurion’s coming! Watch your head! His stick is coming down!
And my poor feet go marching on.
CHORUS + And my poor feet go marching on

I joined the Roman army and they gave me a wee horse,
An oval shield, a great big spear, no stirrrups yet, of course,
I hold on tightly with my knees – he doesn’t give a toss,
But his hooves go galloping, on.
CHORUS + But his hooves go galloping on

Pay day, I leave the fort behind, to see what people sell,
The baths are great; I sometimes put an offering down a well.
You watch what you are doing ’cause you might fall down to….. the bottom
And your soul would go marching on
CHORUS + And your soul would go marching on

I joined the Roman army and we bridged the river Tweed,
We pushed Dere Street up Lauderdale, you should’ve seen our speed.
The boats come up from Berwick docks with everything we need,
And our oars go splashing on
CHORUS + And our oars go splashing on

I left the Roman army, I’m a veteran farmer now,
I have a wife and family, ten acres and a cow,
I fish and hunt and keep the peace – no marching for me – wow!
It’s my sheep that go marching on
CHORUS + It’s my sheep that go marching on.

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