Act I.

Marching Song of the Romans.

Air—"Stars and Stripes," Sousa.

Twenty miles with the legions to-day,
From the white cliffs of Pectis we come
As straight as the birds winging home;
Twenty miles, twenty miles on our way.

We think of the lands far away,
And the cliffs of Aventum at home;
And the Hearth of the Vestals of Rome,
As we march, as we march on our way.

Past Renta when evening was grey,
With Cæsar to lead us for home;
Where Isca rolls downwards in foam,
Twenty miles with the legions to-day.

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And now to the fathers we pray,
When the great British woman shall come;
May the blood be her blood on the loam,
Ere we march with the legions away.

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