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Julius Caesar Ate My Beaver
Julius Caesar Ate My Beaver (A Legionaire's Lament) By Roy Merritt Julius Caesar ate my beaver After travelin’ through our camp He came over one dark evening Carrying a beaver lamp And he snatched him up and took him off And I heard later in time He sat down at his dinner table And on my beaver dined And it cut me through and through Yeah it cut me to the bone And that’s why I’m sittin’ here And ah singin' this sad song And it's hard gettin’ over the sorrow I ain’t got over it yet And that son of a gun Julius Caesar He owed me a big fat debt So I got in touch with Cassius And Brutus his good friend And we all conspired together To do that pushy Caesar in And come the Ides March In the Senate we soon met We cornered that son of gun And got him for killin’ my pet We all plunged in our daggers And Brutus was particularly calm And it shocked old Julius Caesar Cos’ he’d been sleepin’ with him mom Now Cassius though lean and hungry He wasted no time at all He was one of our ring leaders Intent to make Julius fall Politics don’t you know Was what motivated all them But as far as me when he ate my beaver It was like eatin’ my kin I did it for revenge, Revenge from me it poured And unlike my co-conspirators I fell not on my sword
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