[Refrão]
E
When I left Rome for Lalage's sake
E A E
By the Legions' Road to Rimini
E
She vowed her heart was mine to take
With myself and my shield to Rimini
A E
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini)
A E
And I've tramped Britain, and I've tramped Gaul
A E
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
A E
As white as the neck of Lalage
A E
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!)
A E
And I've lost Britain, and I've lost Gaul
A
And I've lost Rome and, worst of all
E
I've lost Lalage!
[Verso 1]
E A E
When you go by the Via Aurelia
A E
As thousands have travelled before
A E
Remember the Luck of the Soldier
Who never saw Rome anymore!
A E
Oh dear was the sweetheart that kissed him
A E
Dear was the mother that bore
A E
But his shield was picked up in the heather
And he never saw Rome anymore!
[Refrão]
E
When he left Rome for Lalage's sake
E A E
By the Legions' Road to Rimini
E
She vowed her heart was his to take
With himself and his shield to Rimini
A E
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini)
A E
And he tramped Britain, and he tramped Gaul
A E
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
A E
As white as the neck of Lalage
A E
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!)
A E
And he lost Britain, and he lost Gaul
A
And he lost Rome and, worst of all
E
He lost Lalage!
[Verso 2]
E A E
When you go by the Via Aurelia
A E
That runs from the City to Gaul
A E
Remember the Luck of the Soldier
Who rose to be master of all!
A E
He carried the sword and the buckler
A E
He mounted his guard on the Wall
A E
Till the Legions elected him Cæsar
And he rose to be master of all!
[Refrão]
E
When he left Rome for Lalage's sake
E A E
By the Legions' Road to Rimini
E
She vowed her heart was his to take
With himself and his shield to Rimini
A E
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini)
A E
And he tramped Britain, and he tramped Gaul
A E
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
A E
As white as the neck of Lalage
A E
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!)
A E
And he lost Britain, and he lost Gaul
A
And he lost Rome and, worst of all
E
He lost Lalage!
[Verso 3]
E A E
It's twenty-five marches to Narbo
A E
It's forty-five more up the Rhone
A E
And the end may be death in the heather
Or life on the Emperor's throne
A E
But whether the Eagles obey us
A E
Or we go to the Ravensalone
A E
I'd sooner be Lalage's lover
Than sit on the Emperor's throne!
[Refrão]
E
We've all left Rome for Lalage's sake
E A E
Down the Legions' Road to Rimini
E
She vowed her heart was ours to take
With ourselves and our shields to Rimini
A E
(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini)
A E
And we've tramped Britain, and we've tramped Gaul
A E
And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall
A E
As white as the neck of Lalage
A E
(As cold as the heart of Lalage!)
A E
And we've lost Britain, and we've lost Gaul
A
And we've lost Rome and, worst of all
E
We've lost Lalage!
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