Wreck ’Em All Horrible Histories (Ft. Lorna Watson)

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Fine wine, designer Roman goods
I owned a fancy stash
But when my husband died, the Romans cried
Let’s take his cash

Like a baby, I had a little cry
At this terrible stage
But before too long, I had turned this song
Into, a violent rage

And so I had to wreck ’em all
Tear down every Roman wall
Unleased all my fury on
Every Roman Centurion

I led a Celtic army, & we smashed
The Roman crew
Took London, St. Albans, Camulodunum
That’s Colchester to you

Rather than end up dead, Romans turned & fled
From our uprising
Their soldier took flight, cowards found our fight
Unappetising

And so I had to wreck ’em all
Took no prisoners at all
Burned those cowards down to the ground
Killed every Roman I found