This was the school play in 1964. I was too shy to act, and I suppose the main parts went to older boys anyway, so I just came on as a Roman soldier in the chorus.
I'm sick to death of fighting and slaughter
I'm sick of kissing the swineherd's daughter
I'm sick of marching along these roads
I'm sick of humping these heavy loads
I'm sick of Gaul and I'm sick of Greece
I want to go home and live in peace
Rome, Rome, sweet Rome
There's no place like Rome
I'll have you know this is pure memory from 43 years ago. I tried to check it on the Web but couldn't find it.