Iceni Queen

She was a striking woman
Tall with long red hair
Her voice commanded thousands
She possessed a piercing glare

She wore a golden necklace
She stood so strong and lean
Her people called her Boudica
The great Iceni Queen

Her husband ruled the kingdom
When soldiers came from Rome
They took the lands of Britain
They took away our home

They flogged the Queen of Britain
And raped her daughters too
They left them bruised and bleeding
On the British morning dew

She wore a golden necklace
She stood so strong and lean
Her people called her Boudica
The great Iceni Queen

Boudica called her warriors
In fury never seen
And 80,000 lying dead
Before the Iceni Queen

She wore a golden necklace
She stood so strong and lean
Her people called her Boudica
The great Iceni Queen

Suetonius came to face her
And Boudica met defeat
All Britain's hopes were lost
In the Battle of Watling Street

She wore a golden necklace
She stood strong and lean
Her people called her Boudica
The great Iceni Queen

Her people called her Boudica
The great Iceni Queen