H 55 Roman Legionaire 
                   Kaeso Maximius Tiberius
Sung To The Tune Of The British Grenadiers

Some talk of Alexander and some of Hercules
Of Marius and Caesar and such great men as these
But of all the world's great heros there's none that can compare
Sing tow-row-row-row-row
To the Roman Legionaire

Whenever we're commanded to storm the palisade
We form a grand testudo, advancing in its shade
We crash right through the gateway and kill everyone who's there
Sing tow-row-row-row-row
To the Roman Legionaire

The Tribunes all are children, the Legates all are drunks
Centurions are sadists, and the Optios are punks
But luckily for Rome, the ranks are filled with men most fair
Sing tow-row-row-row-row
To the Roman Legionaire

There's some prefer the Pilum, and some the Gladius
There's some who use the Scutum to smash 'em in the puss
But no matter what your preference, 
you'll find true friendship here
Sing tow-row-row-row-row
To the Roman Legionaire

So chug-a-lug that fish sauce, and slather on the oil
Strap on that dreadfull armor and feel your body boil
When you've marched ten thousand paces, 
you're only halfway there
Sing tow-row-row-row-row
To the Roman Legionaire