Come all you sons of Rome, to the hearth fire;

Cohort and Auxiliary, and Veteran Retired.

For a tale of an Iceni Queen, and her vengeful cruelty;

And a Roman Governor, with undaunted bravry.


It began in Britannia, in Emperor Nero's Sixth Year;

With alliances shattered, by Seneca's avarice;

His collectors ravaged and flogged, they robbed and jeered;

They treated with unfairness, the widow of Prasutagus.


The Widowed Queen Boudica, called the tribes together;

Trionvantes and Iceni, united in endeavor.

Their revenge they sought to take, and their desire:

To drive from Britiannia, the Roman Empire.


With her great host she marched, lead by Andraste;

On that Roman Capitol, old Camulodunum.

No walls rose from the town, few guards stood ready;

On Boudica's blood-drenched quest, there would be no mercy.


The Iceni entered the town, and set it afire.

For those who called it home, the night was dire.

Neither woman nor man, not slave nor child.

Was spared from blade or bow: their corpses were piled.


Those flight of foot did run, to The Emperor's Temple;

Behind it's sacred walls, they sought sanctuary.

But The Queen's bloodlust knew no end; their slaughter was ample;

And their would-be rescuers, were alongside buried.


A courier reached the camp, of the legion at Mona.

Encamped beyond a drudic fort, brave sons of Roma.

Govorner Gaius lamented at the news, yet remained true-hearted;

This son of the Suetonius House, for Londinium departed.


Through hills and fields they marched, and never tired;

Through hostile lands they trod, no matter the labor.

They knew Camulodunum's fate: massacre and fire!

The Iceni would give Londinium the same, if they didn't save her.


The city's walls did loom, proud and high above it.

The Roman Legion had in time, reached it's destination.

But their number was too few, they could not defend it.

To save the people Suetonius ordered an evaucation.


Boudica's host reached the city next, with thoughts of cruelty.

They set upon it too, and sacked it duly.

Yet the bloodshed here was sparse, few hearts did sadden;

For on the Governor's command, the city was all but abandoned.


Brave Suetonius laid out his men on The Watling Street.

Twenty Three to One, the Romans were Outnumbered.

They would triumph or perish this day, they could not retreat.

In closed formation they watched, as the Bretons horde thundered.


With shouts and jeers and threats, the Bretons waited.

By their Vicious Queen's fierce words, they were agitated.

"I fight not merely as a noble descendant!"

"The Gods are on the side of Righteous vengeance!"


Ready for a Last Stand, the Romans stood ready.

Suetonius spoke with head held high, and with a voice steady.

"Ignore the racket and shout, of the wild savage."

"Stand together with sword and shield! Now remember this adage!"


The Bloody Bretons charged, eager for conquest.

The Romans let loose volley of Scorpion and Pilam.

Iceni hearts were pierced, dead fell their strongest.

The Romans braced their shields, and their swords they did heighten.


The Iceni charged with wrath, wielding sword and fire.

A Romans held ready and firm, with will of Iron.

Boudica's Men with the shield wall clashed, yet through the duration;

The Legion took no step back, and never broke formation.


Upon the gore-drenched field, screaming and crying.

The Bretons lay in great heaps, the dead and the dying.

Against the Scutum wall, Iceni will faltered.

Boudica had lost the day, it could not be altered.


The Iceni took to the field, with panic fled.

Roman Lancers took chance, and of their escape denied them.

The Bretons were rode down and run through, many more fell dead.

The Roman Cavaliers Shout: "For Camulodunum!"


The Romans won the day, and Britiannia defended;

Of Boudica's Murderous Horde, eighty thousand were ended.

Her cause was lost for good, for fate has chosen.

Boudica took her own life, with a draught of poison.


Now all you fair Sons of Rome, gatherd at the hearth fire;

Cohort and Auxiliary, and Veteran Retired.

Remember Camulodunum, it's orphans and widows.

But remember also Suetonius, and the Watling Street Heroes.