It's the song of the soldier with his leather-clad feet,
Whilst his heart grows much colder and his head burns with heat.
Patrolling the frontiers of the empire we've built,
As we march in full armour, leather helmet and kilt.
Singing songs of our battles and our honours hard won.
But the legion enfolds you as a mother her son.

Chorus
Oh the legion asks no questions
And allegiance is the price.
You get harsh words and suggestions
And variety's the spice
In a life that's very simple
And a mission that is clear:
Follow duty and honour
And Caesar will cheer!

It's the curse of the soldier: weary, tired, and drawn.
To take insults from farmers and our country-men's scorn.
For we live off the country taking what we can find,
Sometimes given quite freely: sometimes robbing us blind.

Chorus
Oh the legion asks no questions
And allegiance is the price.
You get harsh words and suggestions
And variety's the spice
In a life that's very simple
And a mission that is clear:
Follow duty and honour
And Caesar will cheer!

Our centurions hate us, but they love us as well,
They can make our lives easy; they can make our lives hell.
They can beat us and flog us, they can flay us like foes,
And at need crucify us: feed our eyes to the crows.

Chorus
Oh the legion asks no questions
And allegiance is the price.
You get harsh words and suggestions
And variety's the spice
In a life that's very simple
And a mission that is clear:
Follow duty and honour
And Caesar will cheer!

But there's one thing that's certain we will give of our all,
When it looks like its curtains with our backs to the wall.
Holding short swords and shields from the Marne to the Rhine,
Though your druids may curse 'cross the sea's salty brine,
We will find you and slay you:
you can't beat Legion Nine.

Chorus
Oh the legion asks no questions
And allegiance is the price.
You get harsh words and suggestions
And variety's the spice
In a life that's very simple
And a mission that is clear:
Follow duty and honour
And Caesar will cheer!