Rimini

 

 

When I left Rome for Lalages sake

By the Legion's Road to Rimini

She vowed her heart was mine to take

With myself and my shield to Rimini

(Till the Eagles flew from Rimini!)

And I've tramped Britain and I've tramped Gaul

And the Pontic shores where the snowflakes fall

As white as the neck of Lalage;

(as cold as the heart of Lalage!)

And I lost Britain and I lost Gaul

And I lost Rome but worst of all...

....I lost Lalage!

 

When you go by the Via Aurelia

As thousands have traveled before

Remember the luck of the Soldier

Who never saw Rome anymore!

Oh, dear was the sweetheart that kissed him

And dear was the mother that bore;

But his shield was picked up in the heather

And he never saw Rome anymore!

 

CHORUS: And HE left Rome for Lalage's sake....

 

When you go by the Via Aurelia

That runs from The City to Gaul,

Remember the luck of the Soldier

Who rose to be master of all!

He carried the sword and the buckler,

He mounted his guard on the Wall.

'Til the legions elected him Caesar

And he rose to be master of all!

 

CHORUS: And HE left Rome for Lalage's sake.....

 

It's twenty‑five marches to Narbo,

It's forty‑five more up the Rhône,

And the end may be death in the heather

Or life on the Emperor's throne.

But whether the Eagles obey us,

Or we go to the ravens ‑ alone,

I'd sooner be Lalage's lover

Than sit on the Emperor's throne!

 

CHORUS: We've ALL left Rome for Lalage's sake,

Down the Legion's Road to Rimini.....

 

 

(Rudyard Kipling)