Rimini

 
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When I left Rome for Lalage's sake 
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By the Legions' Road to Rimini 
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She vowed her heart was mine to take 
      
With myself and my shield to Rimini 
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(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini) 
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And I've tramped Britain, and I've tramped Gaul 
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And the Pontic shore where the snow-flakes fall 
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As white as the neck of Lalage 
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(As cold as the heart of Lalage!) 
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And I've lost Britain, and I've lost Gaul 
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And I've lost Rome and, worst of all 
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I've lost Lalage! 
 

 
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When you go by the Via Aurelia 
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As thousands have travelled before 
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Remember the Luck of the Soldier 

Who never saw Rome anymore! 
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Oh dear was the sweetheart that kissed him 
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Dear was the mother that bore 
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But his shield was picked up in the heather 
        
And he never saw Rome anymore! 
 

 
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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 
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And he lost Rome and, worst of all 
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He lost Lalage! 
 

 
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When you go by the Via Aurelia 
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That runs from the City to Gaul 
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Remember the Luck of the Soldier 

Who rose to be master of all! 
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He carried the sword and the buckler 
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He mounted his guard on the Wall 
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Till the Legions elected him Cæsar 
        
And he rose to be master of all! 
 

 
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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 
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And he lost Rome and, worst of all 
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He lost Lalage! 
 

 
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It's twenty-five marches to Narbo 
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It's forty-five more up the Rhone 
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And the end may be death in the heather 
    
Or life on the Emperor's throne 
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But whether the Eagles obey us 
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Or we go to the Ravensalone 
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I'd sooner be Lalage's lover 
      
Than sit on the Emperor's throne! 
 

 
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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 
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We've lost Lalage!