(To the tune of “I’m a Good Ole Rebel”)
Was in the year of 49, on the eleventh day,
Caesar crossed the Rubicon to make the Senate pay.
Mounted on his charger, mounted proud and tall,
Came to the peninsular the conqueror of Gaul.
Leading but one legion, but soon so many more,
Caesar reached Corfinium to open up the war.
Unsheathed was every gladius, the javelins were loosed;
The army of Domitious by Caesar’s was reduced.
Came the victor Caesar, came the victor home.
Pompey and the senators all scurried south from Rome.
Caesar followed in pursuit, but in the end he failed,
For reaching Brundisinium he learned that they had sailed.
Off to Greece they headed, to fight another day.
Caesar headed westward and invested old Marseilles.
With ten loyal legions at his side, about to rule the seas —
Great Pompey would Julius soon bring unto his knees.
Caesar crossed the Rubicon way back in 49.
Caesar was a rebel, and the rebel crossed the line.
And Caesar was the victor for he waged war to the knife,
And Rome would he the rebel rule — til rebels took his life.
— D.N. O’Brien