The Romans too were keen on building walls
To keep out Scottish immigrants and balls
But the Vikings got their genes into our pool
I am one, be careful, I am cruel
Hadrian’s Wall. the moss ,the ancient bones
Undeciphered like our old grave stones
Looking West we see the Solway Firth
Quiet and tender like the ancient earth
In the East is Berwick on the Tweed
The Tyne is further South and then the Tees
The grandeur of the Pennines makes eyes leap
Estimating sizes,watching sheep
If the Scots desire to cross the wall
We will not shoot them down nor make them crawl
How my heart sings 