Make a mosaic,Join up the pieces, Pattern or picture, Creature or face, Such a creation!And such tessellation! Yes, make a mosaic, Find the right place...Strike up the lyre, Strings of Apollo, Sound out the rhythms, Make melody,Join
Into the arena,Mask and mime and drama, Audience all round there, Waiting for the show. Tragedy and comedyAnd poetry performed there, Into the arena, go!Into the arena,Chariots and horses,Teams of different colours Red, white, blue and
(Chorus:)Roman gods and goddesses, Dancing round in space, Moving round, like planets, Each one in their place, Worship them in temples, Plenty (just in case!) Roman gods and goddesses, Meet them, face to face!Here comes mighty Jupiter,
Spin that coin and flip it over,Is it heads, or is it tails?Take it to the marketplaceAnd change your coin for goods on sale. Emperors, they come and go,But trade and people carry on, Spin that coin and flip it over, On and on and on...(
Oh, the strataOf society,Down from Emperor to slave, Oh, they tell youWhat you ought to doAnd just how you should behave And the mannersThat you have to showWhen superiors you pass... Roman people,Neatly organized,Into layers, class
Back at the end of the Iron Age Wife of Prasutagus, fierce with rage Leads the Iceni with angry shout Wants to drive the Romans out Tribal warrior, Celtic Queen Fiercer than Romans had ever seen BOUDICCA!Metal-torc and bright-red hair Ta