Bài hát: Roman Wall Blues - Alex Harvey

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.

There's somebody else hangin' 'round her place
I don't like him, I don't like his face!

I saw a Christian worshipping a fish
There would be no kissin' If he had his wish
She gave me a ring, I gambled it away
And I want my woman, and I want my pay

When I'm old, and I only got one eye
There'll be no more soldiering, just lookin' at the sky
I'm a soldier on the wall, I'm a soldier on the wall,
A soldier on the wall, and I don't know why!

Over the heather the wet wind blows
Lice in my tunic, and a cold in my nose
The rain comes falling out of the sky
I'm a soldier on the wall and I don't know why

The mist keeps lying on a hard grey stone
My woman is gone, and I'm sleepin' all alone
There's somebody else hangin' 'round her place
I don't like him, I don't like his face!