Original Song: "Spoils of War"

“Spoils of War” – Gavin Kent AS ‘L’

I am Gaius Varrone, a bold soldier of Rome, with my Legion I marched to this land. 

For the Empire’s might, and for order and right, upon Hadrian’s wall we now stand.

But here in Britania, so far from my home, the Celts look less different to me; 

Than my mother, my sweetheart, the children of Rome, and Pax is all I long to see.

(Chorus)

O’ when is it homeward, my road it will turn, and I’ll take up a weapon no more. May this land that I leave know of love and of peace, far more than the spoils of war.

***

I’m called Gunter Dieheart, and I’m skilled at the art, of mayhem and battle most bold. 

I am here in the Rhone and I’ve not come alone, we fight here for riches and gold. 

But the eyes of these youths like my brothers at play, and their pain and their fear haunt my dreams. 

The thrill of the battle, the song of the gold, have lost their allure now it seems.

*** (Chorus)

From l’belle d’noir, Jean-Michelle cest moi, I march neath the fair fleur de lis.

But the leagues neath our boots, can’t compare to the roots, of the humblest Lionnaise tree.

The men of the Anglais, they look to my eyes, to have the same morals and God.

And surely would rather to till the good earth, than to fall upon this foreign sod.

*** (Chorus)

I am Liam FitzRoy, and since I was a boy, I have dreamed of the clashing of arms.

At the age of fifteen, I have finally been, made a footmen and left our farms.

But the sharp heat of battle is not as I’d dreamed, both an eye and a foot have I lost.

Only to be, with my mother at home, is my wish and be damned to the cost.

*** (Chorus x2)